The first time I did shrooms, my manager had to come rescue me from Caltech’s ‘Trip Day.’ As I got into her car, I swear to God the aluminum center console in her Porsche truck looked like it was breathing, like the throat of something. It’s close to as much time as we spend in our beds, more for some. We live in cars in some cities, commuting across space either for our livelihood, or devouring fossil fuels for joy. How much of my life has happened inside of a car? I wonder if the odds are that I’ll die in one. The claustrophobia hits as the seatbelt tightens, preventing me from even leaning forward in my seat. I put myself in her seat then I played it all out in my head. Her eyes seemed clear and calm but not blank, the road behind her seemed the same. A seatbelt reached across her torso, riding up her neck and a mop of blonde hair stayed swept, for the moment, behind her ears. Two years ago I found an image of a kid with her hands covering her face.
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