cluttered-void

Once again, he found himself driving his car on that long, grueling and tiring road up to that tiny hut in the mountains... Although he had sworn never to visit it again, he just couldn't help it... it was as if something deep inside him was calling him to drive up this road once again... a primal instinct, stronger than the "etched in stone will" he thought he had... This time, it was in his new car, a safer car than the ones he had crashed while driving up there or down there... This time, he was older, more mature and surely knew what he was doing... or so he thought... This time, he'd feel safer while driving... or so he thought...