driving with my eyes closedrouri404 & Vaeo
Launched into the driver’s seat, rouri404 and Vaeo speed down a MIDI highway. They scramble for the steering wheel as chords punctuate the concrete like potholes cracked open in the sun. Desperately searching for an exit, all they find are signs to go faster: their brakes have been cut and their check engine light’s been on for months. So they cauterize their eyes and keep moving forward. Driving with their eyes closed, they don’t see the road twist and turn until it’s too late. They fly through the air in slow motion, riding the bridge for a second, single moment of peace before the wheels skid and screech back onto the road. Damage always comes in waves as their car starts to shake apart; the engine catches fire and the bumper falls off. What they once had can never amount to what they’ve got. And as the never-ending highway swallows up everything they once had, they say, “Enough is enough!” but I guess not.