The noises in the car are not rhythmic. There’s no rhyme to the words that are spoken. It’s all noise. Loud annoying noise. That pounds in my head developing a headache. A pounding headache. But it’s always this way. It seems to start to become part of who I will be. The person I will turn out to be once the changes take place. Against my will I have to see a truth, a truth that maybe is not so truthful. A truth that is only a lie created to desperately control the nature of our super ego. The wild part of our being.