January 23, 2022
I like the satisfaction that comes with driving down a stretch of highway, of any road, really, that keeps on going. I like how they start and never stop, teasing you to take them all the way. There is a comforting quality to the paralyzed progress of a long drive, the way you can do absolutely nothing and still be moving towards something. I think another version of me could live like that, cocooned in constant motion. I can see her breathing behind the wheel, stories sprouting from the speakers as she presses foot to pedal, ponders her exit and decides to pass it.
