though I like whoever carved I LIKE FOOD into the Kamloops bus-station tree

The interior of BC is a funny place, a reclusive mix of unassailable nature speckled with tiny towns that call anywhere with a strip mall a city. The communities there aren’t like the spindrift of settlements that line the coasts, they’re far more stubbornly isolated. Trying to find a connection to the rest of the world proves difficult, and asking after the internet gets you Looks. I wonder at the youth of these places, why they stay, why so many don’t wish to escape. There’s so much planet to explore, and they could always come back later.

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