Remember what Ani said about the mistakes of our generation fading like the radio if we drove out of range?
Sitting here, having gone to both extremes of off the grid, I know now I want those mistakes.
My cranberries never tasted so sweet as when I picked them from the source.
It took a trip to California to realize it's not a red herring, but rather a mullet that's red.
And everything I've read, I've learned.
And everything I've learned has shown me that finding Orion's Belt in the night sky is truth.
I've tread each coast until my fingers, toes, and nostrils were raw.
Now, I'm in flight again.
My station and soundtrack are coming back into range.
Even through the static, I can still make out the encroaching beats of West African tribes, misplaced mariachi, 7th Avenue saxophones, and the angst of Alphabet City.
I'll make more mistakes before the song is over, but it's like Katie said:
"I needed to make enough mistakes to deserve something this good."
