#p342

[leatherbounded]

The people we remember are the ones who decided how our maps should be drawn. Nobody remembers who built the roads.

Becky Chambers, from The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet

[nationale-staatsidiooterij]

"En die regen maar kletteren"

[nusumigaki]

まったく無意味な格闘であるということは、むしろ格闘をやめられない理由になっていた。

[nusumigaki]

でもとにかく、ありがとう。この冬にひとりぼっちでいる 私のことをちゃんと覚えていてくれて。

[ryangreenwood]

Navidson reentering the house.

About two years ago, I took a trip with a couple friends down to Richmond. We drove down in my friend's old beige Town&Country Minivan with a sliding door. I sat in the middle row so I could stretch out across the bench style seating. A little ways outside of Richmond we stopped at a restaurant called "Johnny Rockets" for dinner. We laughed, ate, paid and walked back out to the van. Since I was the last to pay, I walked out of the restaurant last. Checking Facebook on my phone, I walked up to the old beige Minivan, opened sliding door and climbed inside, and buckled myself up. I should mention that I was slightly confused due to the bench style seating somehow transforming itself into two completely separate individual second row seats. I looked to the front of the van to see a highly unfamiliar man and a woman staring at me in shock.

I feel that this story relates to the scene where Navidson reenters the house and finds it to be different that it was before. Obviously I had climbed into the wrong van by mistake, but this brings up the concept of perceived reality vs. actual reality which seems very closely related to this book.

And the restaurant we ate at had Johnny's name in it, which I didn't realize until writing down this story.