If you ever get the chance to take the long way, take it. the short way was paved by dull meticulous cowards who cut every green unruly beautiful thing out of the path to make it quicker, and every man who takes it arrives on time with the same glazed vacant punctuality of cattle funneled through a gate. but the long way is still overgrown, and somewhere along it there is a stumbling stupid embarrassing moment that will crack you open like an old fevered egg that finally gives, and what comes out of it will be the dirtiest truest thing you have ever produced. take the long way, take the wrong turns, take the three hour mistake, take the road some sunstruck idiot built into the middle of nowhere, and then sit down in the first wretched forgotten place you find and see what happens