Velvet Verbosity's 100 Word Challenge would like to make it clear that if nominated, it will not run, and if elected, it will not serve. The word is "distance", and my piece is called "Frayed Ends of Sanity".
When you're moving at high speed, it becomes a matter of proportion. You can't tell how fast you're going, because everything is out of scale with what you're familiar with. I was driving fast, propelled by caffeine and Metallica, not because I wanted to be there, but because the illusion of motion made me feel like I was doing something. The route was familiar, the factories and warehouses swelling around me, then fading away into leafy suburban sprawl just as quickly. I knew where I was going, even though I didn't know what I would do when I got there.