phantom exit ramps at night, shot using a long exposure with the lomo
In my essays, I have described these phantom ramps as wicked and irresistable.
and in the daytime
My feet tingle with anticipation, urgency, potential energy. If I knew how to drive, I would speed toward the flimsy fence like an airplane at take-off. I would soar over the edge, plunge into the river. I would not slam the brakes.