In just a bit over an hour of time, you can drive the entire length
of Grand Cayman Island on existing roadways.
As a crow flies, this is a mere twenty-two miles in distance.
When you first land on the island, you don’t fully comprehend the
smallness. But as you drive about day
after day, clicking off the same scenes, seeing white waves rolling against the
same edges of the island, and when you learn that the communications tower you
see just across the way is actually the other side of the island, the smallness
gains weight.
A mountain would be helpful.
I have a certain desire for mountains. I need something in addition to cell towers holding
the sky in place.
Distance is also a real thing.
From my house, I can easily see a mountain twenty-two miles in the
distance. I can drive to that mountain and
see another mountain some twenty-two miles in the distance and (travelling in
roughly the same direction) drive to that mountain. I can drive all day, in fact, and never run
out of landscape.
If I choose the proper direction, I will not run out of mountains.
I require that.
—Mitchell Hegman
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