where does everything go when it’s gone? i don’t know but maybe we can drive there, you know i don’t care about the weather, it can shine or storm in equal measure. i will navigate by heart: baby, we’ll get somewhere. in the car we have no shadows, we leave them behind, tethered — they’ll wait til we return, docile as old porch dogs, wagging their tails with a soft thump when they hear the motor humming. of course you can’t outrun what always sees you coming but i love this car like some love horses.