i envy the cars that end up driving south. the streetlights are tempting, and blurred buildings tell me “there’s other ways out”. a handful of exit plans, and empty destinations, that i am reminded once again in this world it is truly every man for themselves. because if it were different silence wouldn’t be my only company, as i drive absentmindedly hating every exit sign i see.
maybe the thought of having nowhere to go is more humble than the thought of having no one to give you a place to be.