Get in front of the stereo and drive it like a truck. Honk the horn and wave when you hear something that reminds you of a friend. Close your eyes for a minute and let go of the wheel. Crawl into the space behind the seats and let the road make all the decisions: let it dream. Open your eyes and look through the floor. Board the elevator and get off at the truck downstairs. Another pair of speakers is playing "Things That Haven't Happened Yet". Heat lightning is being inhaled by birds flying alongside the truck, and there's a butterfly on the back of your shirt. It was silkscreened in 1970 and it says "Conn Surfboards". You jump out of the truck, fly over a pommel horse, and sommersault into the year 19712007--which is exactly as you left it. -Thaddius Zweike