Milestones speed toward me at a per-second-per-second rate; the headlights of my vehicle (in pretty good shape, given the circumstances) jump each one into brilliant clarity for a nano-second.
Headlights, milestones—reminders that eventually we will all run out of milestones on this route.
We can mash up those terms (headlights and milestones) to make headstones, which symbolize the end of our careening through existence in a body whose pleasures are offset by pains, whose pains are mitigated by pleasure. No matter what, this trip will end.
Long live the next journey, whatever that may be. (Maybe nothing.)
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