once I drove to a stretch of the pacific ocean I'd never been to before. on the way there, I stopped whenever I felt like it. for roadside cherry stands, for strange flowers, junk shops, lone phone booths. I drove until I hit limantour beach and my hands itched from the steady hum of the steering wheel, until I was dizzy from both the constant curves of the road and the thrill of the great alone. until the ocean was all I could see, hear, smell, feel.