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
over the road, through the curves
, feeling the gentle tug
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
. 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, competent
ly against the gearshift. Each click through the gates
of the transmission is like punctuation somehow.
' - .
. / '
. - .
This is how it goes
. On and on into the night
, and I am free