My father, who has a head cold, responds to physical weakness with irritation. ![]() My brother anxiously awaits reentry to the U.S. I have recently incurred a haircut that makes my head look like a king trumpet mushroom and a spate of job application ghostings has left my self-esteem trembling like the cheap engine in our white Toyota Corolla. For me, the fifth wheel for them for society en masse. Living across the world from each other, we’ve converged in the wilderness for our annual road trip. ![]() I’m sitting in a rental car with my Australian parents and brother and his girlfriend amid a thicket of maple trees in the middle of, well, somewhere, I guess.
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