Summer Drive


I lolligag around aimlessly. Drive down the highway to the setting sun. Summer heat envelopes my face. Radio tunes crooning out the open windows.

Quiet lull, heavy drone. Practically meditative. I sink, deep in focus. My mind explores a vat– then it’s life– and death and books– and Darwinism and personality– and reflection–and so on and so forth. A stream of constant consciousness.

If the world were “normal,” I’d go to our favorite Dutch restaurant, pop by Cheesecake Factory, wander around the mall, catch a movie.

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