I think that
driving one's car
fast on an
empty street is one of the most
exhilarating feelings in the world. I find that I do it
best, and most frequently when I am very
happy. It's such a feeling of
weightlessness,
gliding over the road, through the
curves, feeling the
gentle tug of
inertia on my body. The
middle of the night is the best
time for it. The headlights
cut through the
darkness, and the streets are
deserted and
barren. The traffic lights flash yellow, speaking to me.
"go, go, go..."
they say. There is no
gravity, nothing here to
restrain me, as I
stretch myself out into the black. My hand moves quickly,
competently against the gearshift. Each click through the
gates of the transmission is like punctuation somehow.
1st gear
' - .
2nd gear
. / '
3rd gear
. - .
This is how it goes. On and on
into the night, and
I am free.