yesod

My car died last week. I haven't been able to bring myself to clean it out and trade it in for a new one. Truth be told I dislike driving. Not the act itself but the unnatural distortion of time in getting from point a to point b. Driving in large part speeds up life, adding to stress and making it harder to savor the little things. But I did love that car. Sure at times we fought, but in the end it was a part of me for the past six years. It's full name was uber-krasnaya maschina Yoshitsune #1. It survived my miserable marriage. It carried me dutifully across the country. It put in many years of good service. I'm depressed by the thought of replacing it.

Still, it nice to have AC again. Texas is fucking hot!

C'est la vie, I guess.