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"with a big car that’s low to the ground we can slide in and out of the shadows so so serpentine.

we could drive around in circles all night: everyone’s asleep, you feel like you’re the only one that’s alive" -- liquorice

it happens to me late at night, a passenger in small cars: it must have something to do with being so low to the ground.  expressway driving at night hypnotizes with the hush of empty buildings and the hum and drone pavement slipping beneath the car.  the lights pull patterns of shadow and light across the dash, and reflections of me slide over other reflections of the passing vistas.  in back seats rain drops wash through the shadows, irregularities in the periodic angular shadows, curved by the seats.  i can watch for hours, teetering between sleep and meditation, the rhythm of motion and shadows like a liquid pulling me still as everything moves around me.  the points of light punctuate the night and wash the tidal shadows over me, a still passenger in a small car.

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