THE ROAD: A JOURNEY TO MEDIOCRITY
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The morning starts fragile, like a bird crouched in the nest without even knowing, if his brothers will let him survive. The sun threatens to retreat, and hides a coward most of the time behind the cloud petticoats.
Thus, life starts in the middle of the void, between a reluctance to continue with its heartbeat, like a systole with late diastole. The movement continues from one day to another; a road traces, from point A to B, routinely and without habitual accidents.
Apparatus accident of life.
They start the cars and start galloping. The tires fly over the asphalt, which returns bumps in the form of potholes - bullying for damping - in front, lost drivers who make the opposite path, eager to get where one flees. On the sides, the green or yellow landscape, where the vermin dwells, and the occasional gas station, pulls out dusty business quarters.
Maybe some wild boar run over.
On the road, death also dances in the form of recklessness, grabbed by its scythe and ready to reap lives. Their instruments, the drivers they control, the suicidal kamikazes and the long list of enemies of public health.
A bad hit of chance, can end an existence of prudence, where who avoids catching a cold can make an unexpected visit to the morgue.
In the distance the city.
A mysterious window turns on its lights in the middle of the blackout. A calm, lonely and dedicated housewife to her endless tasks. The rest of the building is like a tacky make-up, devoting itself to energy saving while the light bulb of the housekeeper spends. They are the urban views, side companions of the road, unlucky corners that had to settle for some zahareñas views of the highway.
Gradually, the changes arrive.
Just as hair falls out and cells die, new climates reach the road. Cooler, hotter. More corners indisposed when jogging from the average human. While crossing the biological vastness, the driver is also mutating his DNA, embarking on a spiritual journey; moving clothes and clothing until they reach their fateful destination.
That unthinkable corner, unfathomable to many. A place we did not imagine visiting and, of course, light years away from our first dreams.