Another lie, I think as the mad swirl of neon lights dance by. Red light. I stop. This hour, hardly anyone’s up. Streets deserted. No one coming or going. But here I am, stuck at an intersection. Red light. No other cars. Suddenly, it’s green. Gas. We’re rolling. I’m rolling. Just me. Me and my thoughts.
Another lie. Everything, every turn. Never makes sense. Brought up on lies. Thought I found the truth. Left turn? Right turn? I don’t care where I’m going. Right turn. Easier. Signal. I hear the regular click-click-click. No cars behind me. No cars anywhere but mine. So quiet in the bright city. I make the turn and see the darkness of the mountain against the low glow of the sky. To the mountain.
I hate lies, liars, this city. It’s all lies. I came here with a friend. He’s gone. Lost him in this world of neon. Does death mean anything here?
I don’t know if there’s truth in the mountains, but I’m getting out of this damned city.
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