betrayal

i usually drive to mcdonald's. around about 1am, so usually i drive. oh the dark unforgiving streets of the south-east suburbs.

it's not a big deal. loads of people do. but over the years, my car has come to smell like a cheeseburger.

a big, black, rav4 cheeseburger that betrays me each time i drive it.

i just want to drive somewhere and what do i get? the desire to chow down on a mcdonald's delight.

this is why people name their cars. so that they might rage against the car's eventual betrayal.

may this be a warning to you all. machines have no loyalty, no emotion, no mercy. they will not stop. they will not falter. they will not tire. they will require petroleum, but once they've got that they're good. they will never cease.

the face of the impending apocalypse.