― G.I. Gurdjieff
Call this a meditation on the wages of dreams, a banked balance of debts and credits while in transit.
My hometown was planted in the midst of grasslands and cornfields that stretched as far as you cared to wander. The town itself was no more than two blocks long. The suburbia as it was that surrounded it had planted houses that were identical, neatly spaced with the regularity of army barracks. You could walk from one end to the other in fifteen minutes.