A long sparkling river of cars streams from a trapdoor in the sun, a blinding metal mirage of hope and hopelessness.
The sky is a burning lake. I breathe water.
My soul is sweating. My scalp is on fire.
Time has become endless, warped into meaningless digital numbers on my cell phone. Eternity passes in a second.
Space has narrowed down to this: I will never leave this spot. I am not really where I am.
The universe has shifted. I am stuck here on the side of the road, under the hot sun, waiting for the next crowded smelly space ship to arrive.
I don't know where I'm going.
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