A Thru Line

The year was 2025. We were in nothing short of a constitutional crisis. Many of us, numb to the news and tired of living through historical events. But what about those who couldn’t look away?

I for one, a dashingly handsome 26 year old from Port St. John, Florida, was ready to explore. Eager for adventure, I quit my 9-5 life settlement job and settled on hiking the Appalachian Trail. It was either that or live on a sailboat, and as it turns out I didn’t know how to sail.

I had no experience in long distance hiking either. But for some reason, this unknown wasn’t as intimidating. If anything, I was overly confident in my abilities. It’s amazing the lengths our minds will go to justify something we want. What I wanted most of all, was to feel like I was helping. In my own roundabout way.

My country and I, walking in tandem through our quarter life crisis.

I saw it. Smelt the burning and heard the call. Burden to bear witness, less not I help. But how?

Make them hear you. Make them see it too. Show them the alternative.

Even here and now, in all this darkness. There is humanity at its best. Selfless Individuals seeking nothing more than to be part of a community.

I sought to be completely present. Immersed in experience. A meditative 2k+ mile walk, seemed only fitting in the mind of a Sagittarius. I felt compelled to journey inward, where all true healing begins.

With my lover, a camera, and 6 months of “training” prepped, I dove feet first into the belly of the beast. Seeking to document what truly lies in the heart of America.