July 2009
2 posts
After three days of driving it seems like the road does take away lots of things, everything makes sense, everything that felt real or pressing recedes, diminished until it almost wasn’t there at all, everything belongs to the road, suspended in this time it doesn’t matter, you might feel half out your mind going crazy with everything you remember or the future that scares you cos suddenly you...
The road is silver somehow and then without warning the clouds thicken and fall and I keep driving with the windows rolled down, the rain soaks first my arm then my hair as it whips rounds my face then my dress right through to my legs, I turn the music up and drive faster and faster until I might be flying, until I think for the first time that I might like a bike, it would be purer, freer, that...