RD11: Here's some bits and bobs from the past year, all generally late-night summer drones that are as slow as thick molasses. Maybe you'll hear this out of your car stereo. Maybe you'll find yourself driving around at midnight, air blasting on your face, black asphalt forming bumpy VHS static under the wheels of your car. Maybe you'll be well into a second wind or third wind, sleepiness no longer an issue, powered purely by adrenaline and the eventual prospect of finding a place where you're completely content, totally happy.
Then maybe you'll wake up, these feelings only half-remembered. Happy New Year everybody. It's all one long life.