The Distant Machine
You are alone in the van. The engine ticks as it cools. It is a cold sound. Like a bone cracking. You sit in the driver’s seat. The heater is off. You need the heat. You do not turn it on. You are tired. Your back aches. The pain is old. It lives in the spine. It has lived there for years. You know it well. It is your companion. The road stretches out. It is gray. The sky is gray. The trees are...
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