Month: March 2022

I was wending down a sixlane nightmarescape: some hoary lumbering Chevy truck honkhonking with odd lethargy behind me, as My Partner aped its sound with her own throat in a fit of mild distraction. Spinachgreen the exit sign, flaming red the head of the rearview motorist, moonwhite her nails calackcalacking Spotify, and empty the avenue…