Sitting
in a car, wrapped in aluminum and plastic and glass, on an elevated highway
that itself sits below yet another highway, the middle slice of a
sandwich of concrete and asphalt, canyoned on either side by monolith office
towers of steel and glass, vacant floors awash in incandescent light.
Little driver of flesh and bone, warm
and dry despite the evening rain. Shielded, swaddled. Cocooned.
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