My thoughts are racing. Like Indy cars but with blind drivers, every which way they crash into one another, seemingly without purpose. Part of it may be that I don't really want to think about that... or that. It may be that there are things I would like to deny and ignore. They are the most raucous on my Indy car circuit. They circle back time and again, issues inexorably linked by the matching dents and transfer of paint from one to the other.

I wish just one of the cars would finish the race.