My good friend David Schoffman loves the rails.
There's something about the single perspective, the abiding point where all things vanish, that appeals to Schoffman's metaphysical appetites.
Having reached that point in his career where achievement is measured exclusively by endurance, David's indifference to his own legacy is more an expression of hauteur than a manifesto on detachment.
He's secretive.
The last time he was interviewed for publication was in 2021, an incredibly long silence for someone known for garrulous self-aggrandizement. I'm not even sure if he still lives in the U.S.
I heard a rumor that he boarded a train in Halifax intending to cross Canada with a sketchbook and a 35mm camera, but it hasn't been verified by anyone trustworthy enough.
Regardless, wherever he is, I'm sure it's not the destination that motivates him.
It's the evasion.
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