I imagine me seeing a few zyns in the urinal is what it must have felt like as a early native american to come across the remains of a camp already left. Past travelers. What stories they might have told. Maybe our paths will cross in the future. But for now the sun is setting
I think it's beautiful that when Mormons turn 18 they get to move to a place with thousands more Mormons and then they marry the first person they talk to