hormonal

Thursday, January 30 2020

Tunnel illumination is grey and green,

little green men and grey walls, red

fire exits. the tunnel in Landshut is

one and a half kilometres long, it

passes under the hill on top of which

the old castle sits. There is a strict watch

over speed in the tunnel, no more than fifty.

At the end of the tunnel, a traffic light.

It remains green today, and the speed that

seemed so low in the tunnel is now frightening,

fast in the sudden right hand bend into

the main road to Moosburg. There is another

traffic light at the end of town, it is red.

Stop. The tiny black car does not accelerate

well, and a fast car overtakes, despite

the ban on such manoevering. The fast

car cuts in ahead with a flourish, and

tears off after the tail lights red vanishing

in the distance on the long country road.

Even though the car does nothing but spray

water from the wet road surface and leave

exhaust fumes, there is a palpable taste of

hormone in the air.

Five minutes later, the car is two

metres away, waiting for the traffic light

at a construction site to change.