Still Unfinished
The digital diary of Unfinished Person
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I thought about how we tilled and cultivated the land, planted trees on it, fenced it, built houses on it, and did everything we could to hold off the eternity of distance– anything to give the landscape some sort of human scale. No matter what we did to try and form the West, however, the West inevitably formed us instead.
– Walt Longmire in Craig Johnson’s The Dark Horse