Out There...

The spiral roads I was forced to take for me to avoid all the traffic.

Cairo sucks the soul out of you sometimes. Cairo is mean like that, like an ex you never really got over who never fails to impose.

I shift my concentration to the edgy music pumping from my player. I drift away with the memory of a rocky  beach, somewhere not far off from here. The ride back home from the beach would seem like the end of the world to me.

"The end of the world", the words slip my lips into my bubble of a car.

Had you been given the choice, this is exactly how you would've wanted the world to end.... while on a long ride home with him.....

And the traffic goes on.