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i breathe in the familiar smell of old gasoline and vinyl and mould.
a thin layer of dust has accumulated on the dashboard.
a new hole has been ripped there, sprinked with delicate fibers where a resin hula girl used to jitter.
on the hood, oxidized paint forms the shadow of a decal applied long ago but just now removed.
the front seat is worn with heavy use. there is a small hole in the center. cigarette burns dot the cabin.
the passenger seat is pristine. the back seats are pristine.
i think about the few times i wasn't alone in that car.


i take a few pictures and wonder if this moment is significant in some way.