We were riding down the derelict backroad. One of those roads where all of the stop signs are fake. You felt a tepid vigilantism in the air. Oppressive. Neither of us cracked smiles, there was nothing alive for us in the moment. Anticipation of the future was our sole occupation. Frenetically the cigarettes came to and from our lips, and the machinations of our minds began to screech and grind. " You know this would be the perfect place to bury a body?". The question being an obvious truth, went unanswered. Most of the time statements of the obvious are disgusting to the nature of man.
We were headed to the wilderness, an instinctual striving to escape from the overpasses and angry pedestrians, waving hand movements, and the neon prostitution of modern American opulence. Ill state from the outset that such an escape is impossible. But it is cowardice not search for a chink in the armor of civilization, even if the search is fruitless. The endless expanse of pine on either side of the road blew like a curtain,an impenetrable wall of natural expression, the living god-head. I examined my fingernails,dirt. This fills me with frustration an reticence.
The road is so long that our destination no longer seems even vaguely viable. It ceases to be of any importance, just another vagrancy in a world without failures or successes. Traveling beyond good and evil on the wings of a troglodyte trinity, on the shoulders of the crushed ideas of my predecessors. The cab is hushed, the sounds dead. Friendship has become......friendship has become obsolete.The thoughts clog in your mind, everything becomes fluid, for a millisecond you have touched the divine and invisible mathematics of God, everything is at once incorrect and self-evident. Just for a millisecond and it is over.
You are a fool all over again.