" When you hitchhike, people tell you their secrets. You exist in a liminal space between what is real and what is not, a sort of leaf come unstuck from an eddy. The driver feels as though talking to you, the hitchhiker, is like stuffing a note into a bottle and tossing it into the sea. "

― Carrot Quinn , The Sunset Route: Freight Trains, Forgiveness, and Freedom on the Rails in the American West