it seemed to juliet that they had been driving for days without seeing a person, or a building, or even a tree.
only unending miles of rolls of razor wire.
this really is a lonesome highway, she said to billy.
yes, it is.
how can there be so much space with nobody in it? i have been taught all my life that the world is overcrowded, and that people are stacked up on top of each other reaching to the moon.
well, they are, said billy, where they are.
but this is not where they are.
no.
how long have we been on this road? juliet asked. i know it is not really, but it seems days.
about nine hours. do you want to drive?
are you getting tired?
who, me? no, i am as wide awake as ever. i just thought you might like to take over, break the monotony.
but isn’t the car basically driving itself?
of course. it is just that one of us has to be awake, in case something unexpected happens.
but you don’t want to sleep?
no, but i want to hook my mind up with the professor.
oh.
juliet was still not sure who or what “the professor” was, but did not say anything about it.
aloud she said, all right, i will take the controls for a while, at least until it gets dark.
oh, it won’t get dark for a while yet.
billy stopped the car. the both got out, and stretched and wandered around a little bit.
juliet walked up to within a couple of feet in front of the razor wire.
i know i asked you before, but what is this protecting? or protecting from ? i don’t see anything behind it.
that does not mean there is nothing there, billy replied. or that there is anything there.
juliet was just beginning to get mildly annoyed at billy’s enigmatic pronouncements.
not that she regretted her sudden decision to run away with him, to the middle of nowhere.
or the beginning of nowhere, or the end of nowhere, or wherever they were .
she was just happy to be free.
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