For the better part of a decade, I have been walking in America, from town-to-town, searching for sanity, searching for relevance, searching for forgiveness, searching for a place to call home. I have stumbled. I have fallen. I have shaken hands with both the monsters and the magic of this Brave New World we live in. And as Aldous Huxley wrote, “I am I, and I wish I weren’t.”

So I keep walking, mostly for the simple reason that my heart has the audacity to keep on beating despite my penchant for self-destruction..

This podcast chronicles that walk.