Yes, and while the thrum of the engine were not at the forefront of her mind, they still did occupy a part of her understanding of this moment. Though it existed, this drone, it lay deep beneath her, or what she would conceive of as her. Above it, the space almost always just beneath her, and which now supplanted her, floated every memort of breaking glass and twisting metal she had encountered. Yet farther beyond, above all things, were her deep and undying apathy for her lover in the seat adjacent, the fast approaching concrete wall, the scream of tires. And above all, a profound misery, not that she had been a thing birthed and dragged through this nothing emptied of all feeling, but that she could not possibly have known any other way.
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