We live in cars in some cities, commuting across space either for our livelihood, or devouring fossil fuels for joy. How much of my life has happened inside of a car? I wonder if the odds are that I’ll die in one.
The claustrophobia hits as the seatbelt tightens, preventing me from even leaning forward in my seat. I put myself in her seat then I played it all out in my head. Her eyes seemed clear and calm but not blank, the road behind her seemed the same. A seatbelt reached across her torso, riding up her neck and a mop of blonde hair stayed swept, for the moment, behind her ears. It reads: “Two years ago I found an image of a kid with her hands covering her face. The singer also unveiled a length note explaining the background of the album. “Especially those of you who never let me forget I had to finish. Thank you all,” Ocean wrote on Tumblr following the album’s release.
“I had the time of my life making all of this.
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