exit raze the officer pulls us over in the parking lot. he says there's a van we're meant to make contact with near the exit. impossible to ascertain what's inside. strange surprise or ambush. it doesn't matter much. we can't find the fucking thing. we drive away guessing at the guts of a mystery we'll never solve. i think it might have been a cat in need of a caretaker. you're sure they were going to arrest us for a crime we didn't commit. on a concrete bridge the car in front of us bounces off the balustrade. the colour leaves your eyes and you guide us down the wing wall and into the air. we are not an aircraft or a bicephalic bird. and what waits for us beneath the overpass is not injury or injustice, but the end of all we've ever been. 260104 what's it to you? who go blather from