The world is stretched wide and long and lasts for only half a blink of the eye. It collapses into itself and rebirths in less than a moment, relentless in its continual recreation. Time becomes thin, you think you may be able to shoot out the side of its great loop at the speed you’re moving; to slip between the guardrails and roll into the great nothingness. Space becomes the only confine, and even that begins to collapse under the smell of burning rubber. There is a ripple ahead of you, a mirage birthed from the heat of the sun. You press your foot farther down against the gas pedal.