The article reflects on the internal conflict of finding solace in escapism, particularly through alcohol, amidst unsettling experiences of conflict and tension in a small-town hotel. The narrator recalls how drink offered an illusion of happiness, drawing a parallel between personal indulgence and societal descent into chaos. The momentary shelter from reality is now recognized as misleading. Ultimately, the piece underscores the need for moments of clarity and the pursuit of connection, suggesting that even amidst turmoil, light can guide us home.
"I used to seek lift from the overwhelm in drink. I’d ride over the meadow of doubt flowers to the field of miracles where anything was possible in the blur."
"How ridiculous now to think we were happy in the quick shelter we sought from truth. I now understand how a whole country can drink from the waters of illusion and go down."
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