Kiedis in the Rain

Rain spattered on the windshield as GABA perfused my brain. Each droplet blurred the red tail-lights of the cars in front of me with their own dulled reflections which spilled onto the road. Each droplet of rain blurred the road in front of me, and likewise, with each secretion of GABA, the lights of my consciousness began to blur with their own darker reflections in the depths of my subconscious.

“Someone has died” I thought. “But it’s not Anthony Kiedis”

I asked Siri to play Scar Tissue, flicked on my indicator and changed lanes.

I began to think about the saying, “stay in your lane” and how it asks people to stay in their own sphere of self-awareness and to not disturb others a level of self-awareness above them.
On the streets and in public, I thought, with so many people walking about and driving next to you it’s almost impossible to stay within your own lane entirely.
The rain pattered continually, and I mused on this thought for a moment longer.
Isn't changing lanes how we become aware of our own level of self-awareness? By transgressing into one which is higher than ours and then conversely, being frustrated as someone with a lower level of self-awareness budges into our own one? The disruption of normal reveals what normal is.

The song came on and then asmr. Young Kentucky girl with a push up bra, fallin’ all over myself to lick your heart and taste your health cause’.
From there the music and lyrics effortlessly cruised down the well worn neural pathways it had seen many times before.
The road was wet, puddles of GABA reduced the friction of rubber but the song helped dry where the rubber met the road.