I don’t read much, out here on the highway, but I remember everything I’ve read. And here’s something I remember, a stray scrap of poetry, cribbed from a water-stained paperback that someone left on a bench in front of a Valero. I left the book where I found it, but I kept the words: "The living are wrong to believe in the too-sharp distinctions which they themselves have created." That’s Rilke, sister. Keep it in mind. | Copyright 2015 by Megan Arkenberg. Narrated by Gabrielle de Cuir.