.........I spend my days chasing the broken white lines of the numbered passages between those towns.I have crossed the borders of the whole forty-eight on an elliptical path that gives a wide berth to the yellow clusters of city centres on my ragged maps. I know cities. It's not any kind of prejudice that i don't visit them anymore, just a need to avoid the limelight. The shadows it casts are too strong for someone of my age and looks. The lights of a small town are just right, a bouquet of neon .........
excerpt from
Eating the Dream
KA Laity
from
Exiles ; An Outsider's Anthology 2014
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Exiles
Kent McKenzie
1961
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