The car represents freedom. Sure, the wheels have fallen off, but as long as I look outside and see it, I know that the two of us can get out of here any time we want. A few days work and it’ll run. We’ll roll down the windows and plot our course for Mexico. Or Michigan. Somewhere. Anywhere. Not here. Far away from desks and migraines and stupid fucking inflatable fish.

Photo – N
Words – S