Times of Trouble: An Existential Crisis on a Colombian Highway

The thermometer on my dashboard reads 82 degrees Fahrenheit, my air conditioning is on and we are cruising along comfortably. My preferred grunge tracks keep me on course taking in effortlessly the curves of Colombia’s Route 45A, the thudding syrupy baselines transporting me to Seattle although we are hugging the two-lane highway journeying from the Read more about Times of Trouble: An Existential Crisis on a Colombian Highway[…]

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