when i drive a motorcar i immediately become a thoroughbred horse. the smallest movement in the corner of my eye and i must twitch my head around to see if car braking, indicator, bike, sunlight in mirror, person too close to road, tree shadow moving, why is that part of the road a different colour is it The Pit About To Claim Me, paper bag PAPER BAG?? THREAT?? GHOST??? i am going seventy miles an hour.
words i will think of every time i get in the car for the rest of my life.


















