Don’t Overthink It
You’re flying. You drive these paradise roads, wide open, five lanes all yours, a flawless plane of tarmacadam, whiteline paint in perfect rectangles. You stream through a pristine beach of white sand. Pristine – when you think about it – apart from the five-lane carriageway dragged through, weeks under construction by belching diggers. Don’t overthink it. You’re flying. Palm trees.