So I QuitSo I quit. I took the unpaved road towards midnight. Riding. Riding on into question marks and foreign air. Inky black residue clung to my heels. The moon was smirking like a thief with a secret. I pushed it away, kept my eyes level, and never looked back at my fading trail.Clouds of dust strangled my senses until, at once, I became lost in its disorientation.Flailing, coughing, I knew it was a test. No. Interruptions, of course. Always interruptions. Who is this strange old fellow that continues to block my way?What motives to prevent my progress does he own? There is muffled laughter.Stand? How do I stand up? I had forg