the music cuts in and out. Transfixed, hypnotized by the passing road, I exist entirely in the back of my head, staring only through these two eye holes, watching just the road, listening to nothing. The music cuts in and out, but transfixed and hypnotized I don't notice. Static slides in and out, masking words and music, but so subtly and deftly that I haven't a clue. I'm transfixed and hypnotized by the ever opening road, broadening continuously from a pinpoint in the horizon, or bending slowly around mountain corners.
The music cuts in and out, and out and out, and soon there is no music. I drive, transfixed by the road, transfixed and hypnotized by the gentle hush of what used to be music.
Somewhere far away in another town, after years have passed, a burst of music flashes out my speakers and wakes me. This isn't something I would listen to, I think annoyed, where did my music go?
Portrait
7 years ago
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