I was feeling something tonight. Restless. Lonely. Lonelier than usual. I went for a drive at midnight. Driving in the dark helps me relax. I have a few regular routes I take, each a lonely stretch of country road wanting for affection. The asphalt was damp; darker than usual but without the rain slick glare. The fleeting shadows of the world streamed past like dark water; like thought. In the distance the city lit the low clouds. They glowed ominously—the sickly color of a bruise. I should buy some vodka.
For emergencies.
“Imbibe in case of disillusion.”
Tomorrow night…
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