It's Friday

[marlon_iv]

So, here we go again. A prose poem. It's about going to

Comments

[c3n0byte]

"the orange glow of the next beacon" is wonderful. As is "A notch on a measuring stick in a space without measure".

[chutchings]

I like a lot of it, some great phrasing as c3n0byte says, but I feel a bit bashed over the head pointing out that the driver is alone. I think it's enough to speak to how they fill the space where the passengers feet would be, their ass would be. Even the emphasis on picking this brand implies it's because these are flavours I want because I'm only pleasing myself. I don't think you need the "I do not." By that point, my head is saying, yeah, I get it, you're alone. The wrappers etc speak to the isolation and lonliness of a long drive along well enough.