A Monologue for the Rainy Road at Night.
(Lights speed by, as if driving though a city.)
There is a certain stillness, hurtling down the highway faster than you should be.
You are alone. You are the only soul in your small car. You are silhouetted against the night.
You are driving. Driving. Driving away, leaving the world behind.
You are driving to nowhere, you have no destination in mind, you are driving to get away not to arrive.
Driving. Driving away from the world. Driving into the dark.
The rain against the windshield. The headlights against the night. The tires against the road.
You're eating time. Going nowhere. Tearing down a road that goes nowhere.
You drive until the rain ends, until the night ends, until the road ends.
And the sun rises.
And you can see.
And you know where you are going.