You look to the roadside and see abandoned cars piled up, wrecked like a soda can massacre, and wonder what happened to cause such a scene, hoping you don’t end up the same; disappeared with a broken car as a tombstone. You imagine it, or what it would be like. You think as the prior owners of those cars thought, whispering reassurance to yourself that it requires extreme circumstances- it won’t happen to you. But the truth is the circumstances were average, the cause simple: an inability to cope, and eternal stagnation as punishment. 

But you gamble your life for the fulfillment of your soul. As though riding on artificial force would sate the reckless abandonment you feel, despite knowing every void closed is another opened.