CRASH

Did it represent a feeling of life?

Yes.

That you wanted to make your own?

Yes.

Fatefully?

Yes.

Did you have to give it up?

Yes.

This feeling of life?

Yes.

The luxury?

Yes.

Experiencing the luxury?

Yes.

That you were not entitled to?

No.

You didn’t fit into it?

No.

Was it a beautiful car?

Yes.

Exquisite? Exquisite?

Yes.

And comfortable?

Yes.

Did it have a personality?

Yes.

A pure-blooded car?

Yes.

Was it stolen?

Yes.

Were you visiting a business partner?

Yes.

Did you leave the car there? Did you leave it?

Yes.

Across from a guarded parking lot?

Yes.

Did you return two hours later?

Yes.

Only to find its spot empty?

Yes.

Did you ponder?

Yes.

Did you experience it? Experience it?

Yes.

Did you learn what it was like?

No.

Did everyone else feel it?

Yes.

What you didn’t?

Yes.

Were you unable to access yourself?

Yes.

Because of others?

Yes.

But you could still think of one thing?

Yes.

That you could start over from the beginning?

Yes.

Was it stolen?

Yes.

Would you have to start working again?

Yes.

To buy a new car, a new car?

Yes.

New personal items?

Yes.

Did you fall into depression?

Yes.

A tight black void?

Yes.

Because they took it away?

Yes.

Was it ever found?

No.

But the hope is still there?