THE BUMPER CARS OF EVERYONE ELSE C1R2

And softly in the distance, you hear your bumper car twists it’s eyeballs around to look at you. You walk to her across the rubbery black floor and past all the other cars, who whisper and giggle as you go past. Not in a mean way, in a sort of trance-like state of endless fascination. 

“My name is Rio Gold,” your car says in a voice fit for a radio-host mouse.

Then Rio smiles a loving gaze, and start to whisper some questions to you as you bump against the ideas of others, drive fast down the passage-ways, blinded by the blurring lights of your own thoughts and twist and turn as you change your mind…(keep your answers in your journal)…

• Who are the people who know you well, who know your strengths, your flaws, your dreams? 
• Do you have any photographs lying around of them, perhaps like you did in the mirror maze, you could create a collage of these special people, and write down a few things about them that you find fascinating…?