mood: discontentedmusic: 'here' by pavement

at the wheel, the world whizzed by. it was a fuzzy hot day and all the windows were rolled down. there were four of us, each gazing out onto the borders of the massive road that is the pacific coast highway. to the left was a sheer brown cliff. the gods' means of sheer intimidation. to the left, the glory and grandeur of the pacific. pavement's 'here' played on the stereo and i matched the feel of the song at an ambling 35 mph; no one was in sight behind or in front of me. the mileposts came by in tempo. during pauses in the song i could here the motor; it was running on a quarter tank and mutual silence. in the rich layers of sunlight my horn-rimmed sunglasses bounced a fleeting reflection on the speedometer.

i slowed to look to the right, to the ocean. well, it was certainly big. the whitewash of the cresting waves spread laterally further than i could see, or rather than i could look.

i turned back to the road and kept plowing through curtains of hot air. the asphalt was making mirages up ahead, suitably believable to only the naivete. i swivled to look at the motley crew. the two in the back were sleeping and reading. my would be navigator was stuck in a trance somewhere past my right side mirror. i wondered what she was thinking of, and a million different possibilities flooded my mind. effectively driven insane, i returned to my lonely focus, driving onward towards the asphalt mirage.