I drove 55mph down 77south today. It is a 65mph zone. People were tremendously upsert. It is exhirilirating getting passed by multitudes and angrily honked at by them, vans dramatically whipping around you threatening to clip your rear bumper. It is satisfying to me watching them recede into the distance ahead of me, maintain my speed and imagining their angry eyes on my Cavalier in their rearview. Its a lovely array. I domn't know why I feel like I do in the moment. I don't care to examine it either.
I made that journey to come to this friendly terminal. One of the reasons was to come herew. and one of the reason to come here was to look at reaction to this story, which has captured my heartmind in a way know other story yhas since the one a few years ago about the realeased pet Python in the Flrida Everglades that grew to a monstrous size and met its death when it tried to swallow an alligator whole (the gator ripping the serpent open from within and sealing both their fates). Like my experience ealier on the road from Canton, I thinkj it is crucial that I not examine the resonance of either story but feel grateful I can still be moved in that uncanny way that makesa me feel a dreadful kind of hope where ithought none no longer existed.