We always drive without a destination. Destinations are overrated.
The most interesting places are never found on purpose.
Or they don’t seem interesting unless they’re unexpected.
Decaying mini-golf courses. Laundromats. 24-hour diners that consent to grilling bagels.
Mundanities in daytime made mystical by moonlight and neon.
As we search for technicolor enlightenment at 3am.
Wondering if we’ll remember it in the morning should we find it.
About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.