There's something thrilling about driving down a highway late at night - your headlights barely touching the utter void all around you, the blurred movements in the fields beside the road that never quite catch up to you and the radio tuned into a station you'll never been able to find again.
Your car is a haven against the night until something causes an accident at a busy intersection and you are left realising just how thin the windscreen is. Suddenly your headlights seem to get dimmer and dimmer, the void growing as those blurred movements that have been following you morph into the mangled corpses of whatever roadkill hasn't been collected.
The radio station addresses you mockingly and asks if you have a deity you pray to.
No?
Shame - it might have done you some good or at least provided a distraction from the inevitable.
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