Loop Rd

Few things seem more appropriate after a day like this than a glass of “Loop Rd” from Central Otago on the South Island of New Zealand. As always, there is an element of metafiction to all of this, like trains through the winter in Sweden, as if words could make the world whole.

While far from Manitou Springs and Colorado, I can definitely relate to the expression of Seth James De Moor. Bread. Buttered.