It’s a short distance to travel, from the mind to the real world.
On the map it’s a nail’s width from point A to point B, ‘bout a 45-minute drive, a backroad cruise. It’s a no-center-line country road just quaint enough to make you nostalgic for the armpit town you grew up in. It’s a short distance from brain to drain, but it’s a mountain road, and mountain roads are time stealers.