How To Find Peace At The End Of The World - Plot & Excerpts
I don’t think I want to know anymore. Each moment I am another moment away from slamming on the air brake and turning the truck around. I find my mind lethargic. Reluctant to imagine. Even at the wheel of a tractor truck, my foot eases here and there on the throttle and it is my own startled awareness that presses it back down. Things get more crowded the closer I get to downtown. I edge around the clusters of cars slowly, 45 turns into 75 and the skyline looms like a reaching hand of doom. In the distant darkness it’s almost as if I can see little fires. But I know it’s only the sun glinting off of things left behind. But what if somebody else besides Amy is in there? I have to slap myself, mentally, as a wanderer in the desert might disabuse himself of notions of water on the horizon. What if nobody is? I pass downtown, edging the other cars and trucks out of the way. I drive on contrary lanes when I can get over and need to to keep up my pace.
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