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It’s  3AM. Mary drives downtown with no aim, lulled by the city lights as the car’s headlights lead the empty streets. Ironically some sense of comfort warms her.It is at night she feels the most alive. Walking in a place filled with people in the daylight stressed her, all the noise and action only made her loneliness grow as her unconsciousness begged for retreat.

Radiohead booms in the radio. With a hand in the steering wheel, the other falls off the window as the fresh breeze tickles the tips of her fingers. No stars shine in the sky, in fact, she senses small raindrops greeting her hand. The drizzle turns into a storm, she maintains apathetic, only listening more carefully this time.

Her mind is somewhere else. Everywhere but here. She stands between the rational and irrational one hand in the unknown the other on the wheel. Time slips away as the night breeze brushed her fingers. The city lights start vanishing as she goes in bumpy snake-like streets leaded by an urgent force. She closes the window and both hand hold the steering wheel. She realizes she lead herself to a distant suburb. Broke down houses pass by with leaking pipes faded colors and crooked broken gates . She keeps driving for quite a while only to realize she’s been passing by the exact houses again and again. Kafka Street a sign shows.  She decides to stop the car and take a look at the fold up map Kevin, her boyfriend,  left for her in the glove compartment.After searching thoroughly for the street with her finger she laughs at her self remembering the labyrinthine works of Franz Kafka. I’m screwed.