speed junkie
it's like you're burned out. withered like an emotional corpse. the only thing that is strong enough to kick you into this reality (although I have to admit it gets kinda blurred) is driving across the city at 160kmh, which is more of an instinct nature and corresponds to surviving per se, not feeling something. otherwise I'm slipping. losing touch. no wonder I can't let go the steering wheel, for to stop equals death.