The Golden Circuit
October 14th. Your hand shakes. Look at it. The tremor is fine. Like a wire. Tight. Too tight. We are in the van. The engine hums. A low B-flat. It vibrates in your chest. In your ribs. You press your palm flat against the dashboard. The vinyl is cold. You feel the texture. The grain. It is your skin. It is not your skin. It is the same thing. Elias is driving. He does not look at you. He looks...
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