I hop into the car to spend the night in San Antonio, my former home and still hometown. It’s late Thanksgiving Evening and even now I am full. A day of corn-based, over sucrosed food and now apathy.

After an hour on the road I am greeted on the outskirts of San Antonio by one of those newfangled high-def billboards It hangs bright in the foggy night like an embrasure into an alternate future, another universe. But, like a character out of Blade Runner, I have already stepped across the threshold of the past into some bastardized underworld eternity. Unlike the one Odysseus or Aeneas strode into mine has much more in common with Dante’s, the one he awoke to in dark wood wandering.

More here.