"A diary of days on a road you won't recognize as unique. The next time you whiz past them, next year or next week or twenty years from now, they blend together and bleed into the same streak of hamburger joints and coffee shops and gas stations; the same exits and on-ramps surrounding each city same as the lesser approaches in lesser places; and all of us, an unwilling caravan of misfits hurling down the free roads of this country. We, the witnesses of varying states of decay, and of the sameness within,of each, the hollow dull ringing inside always first, and some towns,that's where they're at, still almost moving and thriving, as a group of citizens bustling and splitting with life, but as you look close; you see...

they are all dead on the inside."