How my cat Became a man & I lost Myself on America’s Loneliest Road

Illogical Concept
16 min readDec 3, 2020

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There are moments in life that seem to pass by undetected like a single frame in a movie. There are also moments that seem boundless and completely present, containing within them, all aspects of the story.

So much of our lives are paralleled by hazy recollections and even more clunky, inaccurate expectations of the future. The immense reality of billions of galaxies across an immense universe, pleasure, suffering, electrons, all present, all right now, seems to be hastily abandoned, a forgone reality, replaced by near-sighted, granular fantasies of pasts and futures that are nowhere to be found, here and now.

But sometimes we find those moments, totally present and precisely when we most need them.

As we drove through the heart of Nevada on “the Loneliest Road in America”, Highway 50, I realized that I hadn’t just always wanted to drive that drive. I realized my moment.

For once, for the first time in my life, I was exactly where I wanted to be. I felt like I was at home for the first time. Maybe that moment would grow old, eventually, but I don’t know. There was nothing beyond this…

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