We bantered about how the film’s revolutionary posture seems to assure its relevance with each new generation.
Then my friend drove off and I with him, only stop a few miles down the country road as my friend realized was going the wrong way. Turns out he had to go. And for one reason or another, I had to figure out how I was getting home.
I walked for awhile along the ditch that followed the road. Reeds spilled over, hitting my face as I went. Other things hit my face, too. Orb spider webs caught my face in their dragnet.

Its worth noting that I have a crippling, and irrational fear of spiders.
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