On the drive east to see my folks for Thanksgiving, we stopped to refuel off Highway 70 near London, Ohio. I had several pressing concerns at the time, like Are we out of corn nuts?! and other sundries. Given my rate of coffee consumption, it also felt as if a rhinocerous was sitting on my bladder. And then I was confronted by the sentiment shown above:
LIFE: measured by the...moments...that...take our breath...away
with the word spacing provided by grout and a particularly aggressive form of justification.
My breath was taken away indeed.
The intersection of folk and commercial speech. Totally fabulous, if bonkers.
Sorry about the focus. It was a busy room!