Joy ride.

It's going off track.

The driver's seat would be preferable.
I'm awful at navigating when I'm your passenger and I've completely lost my sense of direction.

Travelling alone would be another viable option.
I could take my car, you can take yours and we'll find our own way there. There or anywhere.

As it stands, I can see the wall we're headed towards growing. And for some reason, I'm trying to grab the wheel from your grip and steer us away from it. Fuck that. I will stare straight ahead and watch the wall continue to expand and acknowledge and appreciate its detail as it becomes more clear.


We've hit the wall.
We're not going to keep running until our energy is momentarily restored.
Now you can finally make your immediate escape from the wreckage
and I'll keep my guard up.

I've learned how to take this route before.