They're driving like shit.
The clouds are dirty.
The road is dirty.
The ground and sky
are dirty.
Everything is dirty.
"Shut the engine off before it dies. Can't you hear it choking? It is dying. Shut it off."
"Turn the key. Shut it off. You drive too slow. Too slow."
The engine keeps chugging, no more willing to die than the occupants inside.
There are cherry blossoms dancing in the air all along the street. They float past the windshield.
"Roll the windows down. Let the cherry blossoms in."
"No, that is just fuzz. It is just fuzz floating around. Those aren't cherry blossoms. You're going to crash if you take that notebook out and start writing."
These people are driving like shit.
They are swerving like shit.
They are thinking like shit.
"You're shit", I say to them. They don't listen.
