Derailed

Talon Ribsam

Derailed

 

Someone cut my brake line while I was having a drink on Tuesday night.

Now      I’m zipping past blurred lights, remembering thrills, remembering pointless guilty pleasures, catching glimpses of mechanical parts rusting themselves for the machine rather than chasing ideals before due for inspection.

Now I’m watching movies in fast forward.

 

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