I made a new bio! I tried, really, really hard, to be plain and direct and clear, but instead what came out is this.
My name is Carrot Quinn, and I call the Pacific Northwest home, most of the time. I have a community that supports me, a bioregion that feels familiar, and yet often I wander, despondent, searching for a world that no longer exists, but that I seem to remember- in some visceral, intuitive way. I ride freight trains thousands of miles, looking. I sleep in clumps of trees on dead-end roads, hoping the answer will come to me in my dreams. I hitch-hike home alone when the weather turns foul, and search the faces of the strangers in whose trucks I ride, waiting for an answer to come. I’m homeless in the way that we’re all homeless, in that we’re all colonizers without a sense of place, crawling all over each other for the last bit of decent earth and good clean air, unable to remember where it is we came from or what used to matter. I live life on the edge of poverty, but only in that white, able-bodied, north american way, which means that in reality, I have access to more resources than almost anyone else on the face of the planet. And which also means that I am, by definition, often sheltered from the real story, the real history, of any stretch of road I walk- despite my efforts to hack it all open with an ice-pick, in whatever way I know how. And you, dear reader, you read this blog because you like a good story. And I invite you to think of me, although not so different from you, as a sort of satellite- your roving hobo journalist with an ice-pick over my shoulder- collecting field notes on this, the great eveningtime of western civilization, and assembling them here for you- so that the view from my small, queer window might be of some comfort to us both.
Also, there are several story threads that have consistently woven their way through this travel document since I began it, in June of 2008- a trip east, via freight train, in September, and my return to the west-coast, via hitch-hiking, in late November. The rest of the entries consist of train and travel stories from that murky time pre-blog, and also tales from the present-tense that have nothing to do with traveling.
Thanks for reading and leave me comments, and I’ll tweak this thing as necessary, to make it clearer/more about what you’d like to know.