How the night fares

it’s a late night fare
that time can’t buy
distance haggles a price
for the sake of safety

meter on
tank full
greetings made
enter coordinates
end destination

attention to detail
creates depth
appreciated through
patience and persistence
the ride may be over
but much has been learned

Distracting the context through style.

I heard the sounds, although they’ve came across muffled. Not sure what they’d not want me to hear? I figured my attention was already heavily divided, between the sober and inebriated, I didn’t have the capacity nor interest to maintain useless information that wouldn’t aid in my survival. As a remark, I’m thoroughly filled with useless information, but their eventual use is still unknown to me. I’m hoping it’ll lead to some fun ideas. Anyways, see how easily distracted I get, there’s no need for any sort of explicit disinformation. I think the best distraction is style. But what the hell do I know? I just spent this entire entry inebriated and unashamed and completely unaware. Heads up, privacy is questionable.