song: friction from the wind whipping in through open car windows.
Driving in the midst of darkness is the greatest thing ever conceived. At night, every highway looks the same, so you could be anywhere. Nobody can find you and the road streches out to eternity. You can't see far in the distance but you know that something's there. Something waiting to be illuminated and brought to life through your vision and your breath and your blood. The road just keeps going and going. It winds into a knot and then straightens itself out. It never stops, unless you want it to. White lines, one after another, melding into one. Bright lights creating moving shadows. And the colors. Yellow then white then creeping black. Flashing red, red, red. Faster feels like it's slower and eventually it turns into still. Duende.