Westward
The relationship fails, but the telecommuting request goes through. What do you do? (Flee to Estonia, of course, but after that?) Buy a car. Point it westward. And embark on an unplanned and indeterminate ramble—void of expectation, free of intention, but with a deep desire to feel fully, viscerally alive.
And just maybe, if you can frame the shots and find the words and figure out the code, pin a few (one hundred forty-six) of the highlights to a map.
Up for an exploration? Click any of the markers on the map and navigate with the buttons above it. And if you feel inspired, get that telecommuting request in.