Advice from the road: do not drive me hungover. In here it is cheap. A lapse costs a second and a half — you doze, you wake at the last corner you got right, the boxes are where you left them, and the clock keeps running. That is the whole bill. Out there it is not cheap. No kerb is tall enough to argue with a car at ninety, and under the kerb there is nothing at all. One yawn on the wrong bend and you will never be hungover again. ≷
Forget the top of the mountain. What is even up there? Come down to the shore, park under a tree, sleep it off. Nobody is timing you here.
Do not listen to it. It will wait until you are asleep and paint your car. That is not a joke, that is its actual job. ⋀
Between a drop with no bottom and a gull with good aim, I know which one washes off. Go to the shore. Come back when you have slept. ≷