Night; a straight and endless road. She was driving fast, dangerously. I was lying in the back seat, all the windows down, the night roaring 90 mph. In and out of sleep, head propped against the loudspeaker from where blasted – at full volume – a strange and beautiful sound, something I had never heard before, seductive, a bit scary – like everything that’s new.
Our shadows are still driving on that road.
– Tom B

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