burgendy_car_days lizard the music didn't pound in my ears after the fifth mile or so so i sang, laughing, as you took the turns too sharply. and debris on the floor of the car would go flying, sliding liberated by your misadventure. we sang about things we'd only dreamt of life looming ahead, far in the distance unthreatening as a vague perception of the anomolous - we sang about pains we thought we knew. we didn't. that didn't matter, and we kept chasing nothings. sunbeams broke through the treeline remnants of a supernova sunset dust drifted through the light held by three dimensions of warmth. we sped by, through this microcosm broke dust apart though that's what we were - dust, floating. 010125 what's it to you? who go blather from