I sit and watch as I drive through the backroads of Deleware. It could be any state in the US. I wonder who lives here and why. And then I wonder why I arrived to that judgment.
Why we end up where we are is a capricious set of almost infinite permutations. To me, staying where you were born is an obscure destination. To others it makes all the sense in the world.
This sketch is a reflection of that.
The Side Effects of Endorphins 