its such a beautiful night, the air is cold and crisp and it is wet out too. The clutch of my car is firm and i shift at 3000 revolutions per minute, its torquey. pulls on my back. This machine against me, this machine I am in. I am alone in the black night. Another car passes, I don’t look at the other car and I wonder what he thinks of me, assuming he looked. Everything seems solid. I wonder how long it’ll last. A hug is a kind gesture until a knife goes into your back. Leaves are growing on trees. People are probably fucking, I am inhuman though obviously.