Sunday, January 27, 2013

Driving to work

I dressed and went to work.  The road was cracked and broken, the city was in ruins.  As I drove, the car window fogged over until I was looking out through a tiny clear spot.  It started pouring down rain, and I worried that I would be late.  The landscape was filled with twisted black trees, and the road turned into a path.  There was a car behind me, and suddenly I realized that the car was going to kill me.  I went even faster, and I could see less and less.  Finally I stopped.  The rain stopped and the sun came out.  I was on a cliff right in the middle of a giant mountain.  There was no road, forward or back.  I was trapped.