Direction in Endless Horizons

This morning, I traversed C-5.

The freeway. 120kph. That shallow sense of semblance of controlling your destiny for a moment. John Mayer. Tiny taps on the steering wheel. That complicated, fleeting emotion he sings about. Tall buildings. Everything that makes you wonder. Not even thinking about it.

This morning, I felt infinite.

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