Dispatches from the Edge:

[diepunyhuman]

"On the highway a few red embers glow on the horizon. I press down on the gas pedal and imagine myself dissolving into the dark, exploding into molecules transmitted through the air, floating forever in silent space - surrounded by potential, never having to slow down, never having to land."

Comments

[cannot_forget]

I'd hit it.

Just kidding. Nice to see that you've had a chance to finish that book. I think I remember when you first got it, which wasn't too long ago.

Did you get my text? How exciting, you're going to see Snakes on a Plane [finally!] after waiting for so long. And I hope you found some rubber to take with you. Have fun.