Saturday, September 10, 2011
What Bothers Me
Scraps of black tire litter the side of highway, dead and ragged. They're torn into pieces, scarred victims of speed and recklessness, trailing skids of black rubber on the pavement around them, alike the splattered blood of roadkill.
What bothers me is not the roadkill, nor the tires. What bothers me is that I'm more intrigued by the novelty of the tires.
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