exciting, informative, snarky, and very likely fabricated tales of life as an american expat in london

where the streets have no name

by Jen at 1:38 am on 8.09.2007Comments Off
filed under: holidaze, mundane mayhem

it’s near midnight. the watery light of a full moon filters through a scrim of clouds, casting the border of trees into black silhouette against the black sky. the asphalt unfurls quietly beneath me in two flowing lines, curling, rising, then falling away again into nothingness beyond. a familiar refrain begins – delicately at first, then intensifying in a confidently smooth ascent. the music swells, lifting me along on its wave, and i feel the pedal being instinctively pulled, the highway rushing up to meet the insistent pulse, the building crescendo, the chest-thumping bass line, the driving crash of sound. suddenly i’m flying as sure as if i have wings, soaring into the night, being lifted heavenward, transported in a sublime confluence of melody and speed.

damn, i love driving.


u2 – where the streets have no name

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