tartan avenue

[industrial mountains]




[window side]




[wires wires]




[empty stages shed still]


the wheels were under my feet turning stopping slowing i was on a small street and then we were together i had a navigator and we were off the adventure in our hands. we took it and flew over the steel blocks the sun blinking through and catching on the dusty windshield. the destination came quickly but then we were driving in circles. we made it through the doors and admired the carpet under our feet. there were other familiar faces. i made eyes without knowing it my cheeks hurt from laughing. there was a tally of plaid as the sounds filled the ceiling and the night came and we went but the adventure was still ours even though i lost count.