Lately I've had this incomprehensible urge to just keep driving. To go straight down Quaker, turn at 98th until I reach Slide, and hit the accelorator until I'm flying down the deserted country road. To go until I'm tired of going, and to stop. To look at the stars, to actually see the uncountable millions that become merely a few hundred when the lights of the town become more prominent. To just be happy in my own skin, happy by myself, not talking to anybody, maybe not even listening to anything, just being.












It sounds like a book or something. You know, the character just gets this urge to keep driving, to go as far as they can go before they feel like stopping, and then to just stop.

It sounds like a bearded man should come out from behind the cotton or buffalo grass with a quest or mission for the character to complete.





It sounds kind of cliche, but it would be fun to write, anyway.

Ah, if only this were the seventies, when gas was amazingly cheap, eh?
» randomjunk on 2008-07-25 07:00:43

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