Motel tip

If you bypass the initial outskirts and the town itself and keep on keepin' on until you find yourself located someplace inconveniently far from the major center that serves as a rest stop, you just might find a solitary motel off the interstate that is not only cheaper and/or cleaner than what you'll find in the main outskirts, but it might also be located behind a church and haphazardly organized graveyard with the most heartbreaking headstones you've ever seen. If you're really luclky, a rail line might run through the woods behind the motel.

And at the graveyard, you might meet a woman who is there paying her respects. You might greet each other silently. She may leave and then come back (either because you look suspicious or because she had to pick up some takeout to eat in the car in the church parking lot).

You may find yourself weeping over those headstones. Especially the simplest, most basic ones. The ones that weren't purchased from a monument company. The ones made of poured concrete, with names and dates and the occasional "At Rest" or "Mother" handscratched into the plain rectangular markers.

Taking a picture didn't feel like the right thing to do.