i am awoken to the sound of my 1990's Chevrolet Silverado, settling into the earth from being throttled by the wind. i have been living in my vehicle for the past 18 moons. i readjust my seat upright, and place my blue hands on the wheel. the ratty gloves i have been wearing to shield myself from the cold have melded with my hands, and are now permanently a part of me, hence the blue. i start the truck and begin my forever journey into the dawn. farewell, toronto.
