The road raced past in a soft indigo blur. The refineries flickered in
the
dark distance and the power lines fled forward and back like strings
stretched
taut between cans unseen on opposite horizons. The sky
smelled of exhaust and
rubber and steel and salt. The people in the
cars around us looked like people
playing people in cars around us in
a movie about us driving; a movie about us
getting away.
