Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution III. That was the name of his car. A little long but he appreciated the name that would travel somewhere new that would change the primordial ground. That was what he decided when he would turn and feel the car planted to the road. Most cars he piloted would begin to slip a little but this car held its heft. So he would drive on past imagining himself pushing upon the heavens.
This was fantasy. An adventureman's hope finding that liberty through that long string of road.
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Short Storyphotographs and snapshots are all that remain in the urban square, haunted in geometric designs now almost without reason, no baroque pedestal that upheld severed marble heads. only forming ledges to compose stairs and boxes containing soil. somehow...
