The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

Twilight of the Dreamboats #33

Roslyn, NY (1956)


Foaming Solvent said...

So, the driver is dead, and someone tried to cover him up with an unfolded cardboard box -- is that what I am seeing here?

Fred said...

This is the second time you have featured Roslyn. The main roads in Roslyn (where I used to live) are full of winding stretches full of nice big oak trees, and more than a few have shrines to unlucky souls like this one, who used too much gas and not enough brake.