Today I'm out driving. Today I felt like driving to the end of the Earth..... at least to the end of the British Isles..... perhaps to Twatt, a village on Orkney!
To keep going, to look in the rear view mirror and watch all your triumphs, disasters and lost loves grow smaller and dwindle away to nothing. Some will wave you on your way and others will give you the finger and a kindly 'Fuck off then!' Either way they are gone, at least for a while.
When I'm driving I'm not anyone. I'm not ill. I'm not broke. I am another me, watching a new world flash by, listening to Greta Van Fleet on full blast, destroying my speakers and likely my hearing. I'm another me waiting for something, anything to happen! Every metre and every second shows something new, leads me onto a new adventure, a new life. I forget the real me until I remember that there must be a return journey. There's no driving over a cliff or pushing a hosepipe onto the exhaust and through the window. There's no way out at the end of the road where the small lane ends and meets the crashing blue sea. White hands tightly gripping the steering wheel. Teeth gritted and grating and eyes heavy lidded, tired and washed out blue, the decision to return is painful yet not unexpected. After all what else is there but to keep on driving.
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