He seemed to be one of those people, so many of whom gravitate to Pentecostal sects, who move around the West and the South and the Border states forever felling trees in some interior wilderness, secret frontiersmen who walk around right in the ganglia of the fantastic electronic pulsing that is life in the United States and continue to receive information only through the most tenuous chains of rumour, hearsay, haphazard trickledown.
Joan Didion
1979
Notes toward a Dreampolitik
The White Album
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