Sunday, March 25, 2007

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Paul keeps the black dog chained in the back of the van. Just past Johnsonville, North bound on State Highway 1, the dog gets loose and Paul has the dizzying sensation that he’s driving down a long dark tunnel. His tongue tastes metal and he sees the motorway as if he was peering down the wrong end of a telescope. Outside the speeding trees and the slow moving hills—tricks of parallax—he senses the film between worlds.