dumpstarx

I love cars and gasoline and plastic but I believe that natural order is decay.
These machines are built to break down. They aren't fulfilling their purpose racing through traffic running errands and stopping at red lights. They find their place at the side of the road in a cloud of green steam and hot grease. The future of these cars and trucks is a beautiful rusted landscape of moss and paint flaked memories.

I've been hounded by this futility of futility's feeling for weeks and months and keep wondering if the only cure is some wildly gluttonous bacchinal trip up river. New york or Budapest or some such city of sin.

That's no cure....I'll just deplete the last of my resources....wind up broke and empty and heartbroken. Again