they don’t get lost anymore. no wrong turns that turn into legends. no damp sneakers, no deer trails turned secret missions, no signal to kill, just the signal gone. we wandered - no plan, just time and trees. mud on our calves, stories in our pockets, the quiet kind of joy you only find when no one knows where you are. it’s all tracked now. pinged. mapped. but we had fog, fear, laughter, and a hundred ways home that didn’t exist until we made them. america, 2016