Streaking in a silver bullet, cutting stacks of water walls, moping the exterior torrent. It’s a perfect Japanese comfort pod though my muscles tense in spite of it – anticipating an unrequited role in the heroic effort at hand.
Then I enter my first rainbow. Yes, I drive inside a rainbow. My vision is hopeless, pushing synesthetic warmth from ear to ear.
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