highway

it doesn't really matter now, having begun the day feeling like, hey, i'm superman and i saved the day for you, we're on our way to vengeance and i come home and find they've given up, and now, it doesn't matter that it doesn't matter; got some trip hop tune for sedation through the information highway where i'm walking alone on the sidewalk looking for a friend who will not leave me through hell or high water and two hours later i'm still walking alone on a different path now, and realize everybody's gone and this isn't even the high way i'm supposed to be crossing, i think i took a wrong turn and missed the coffee table in the middle of an intersection where they said they'd wait, but hey, i think that was the pile of ashes i found a few kilometers back; i thought the intersection looked familiar. they're gone now, they're all gone, and i'm done and i think i'll lie down on the yellow line now and wait for the delivery truck to not see me and vrooom i go to Mars or Pluto.