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.