North American Winter

by gurdeepmattu

The car, the car, the car. We ride in the car. The car becomes the focal point. I can’t walk to the grocery store or the pub because they are 20 mins drive away.  It becomes strangely affecting and.after a while you give up pretending it could be otherwise. You are ferried around in the car, the car, the car.  Big four litre engines supercharging their way and life becomes different. 

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Heirloom china and Sanderson Port and engines and engines of desire and industry.  Engines of life.

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