road lines


I found comfort in how the street looked more or less the same to me as I drove down its bumpy surface. Like a scarred horror movie villain, the road was hatched with random cracks and haphazard repairs. It had looked the same for years, like a drawing done by someone with their eyes closed, blindly etched, cross hatching and all.

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