After a long and winding and occasionally breathtaking road trip, my mindless mind was abnormally constricted to a supernatural degree, seemingly attempting to compensate the bodily peculiarity of Stargate-like travel movement.  Archiving photos taken in the Homestead National Monument of America near Beatrice, Nebraska in this kind condition in a quiet motel far, far away from home felt like using Holden Caulfield’s brain to think like Midori Kobayashi and trying to solve Fermina Daza’s issues. Odd.