I am driving a car - I don’t know how. I can barely open a door or hold a steering wheel, let alone sit and talk and arch my back with the confidence that drivers do. But still, here I am - on a snaking avenue or ten-lane motorway - the cars in the opposite direction so far away I cannot even contemplate them as I am doing now. What good is their existence when they are so opposite to me.
Egg Under Pedal
Egg Under Pedal
Egg Under Pedal
I am driving a car - I don’t know how. I can barely open a door or hold a steering wheel, let alone sit and talk and arch my back with the confidence that drivers do. But still, here I am - on a snaking avenue or ten-lane motorway - the cars in the opposite direction so far away I cannot even contemplate them as I am doing now. What good is their existence when they are so opposite to me.