My speed is amazingly fast; everything blurs red, but I am no longer moving, the world is no longer moving, but there is still speed, still blur.
My cousin is here with me. He is worried that highways are no longer needed, that roads are being phased out.
I can tell he is sincerely distressed about the matter.
I notice a highway overpass that has since deteriorated; it is only a ramp and several column. It stands out like a Greek monument in the tundra.
Nature has taken its course; no sign of humanity can be distinguished.
I begin to rejoice, I feel the opposite of my cousin.
Though I am not entirely sure why, I act as if I am also concerned.
