Do you ever do this? And do you have a word for it?
In the summer of 2004, I took a solo trip around the Southwest. It was amazing.
This week I’ve been going a little stir crazy, and I keep catching myself zoning out on work and mentally playing back that trip.
Almost everything is the same, true to memory. The roads, the rocks, the campgrounds, the towns, the people, all run through my mind now just as they really were (or as close to it as my human brain can reconstruct).
There’s just one difference. I did that trip in an old blue station wagon. In these daydreams, fantasy built on memory, I’m traveling that same meandering loop again… but on a bike.