Had a dream last night in which I was the driver of a car barreling through country roads which turned into sandstone tunnels. As I looked up, I could see empty beer bottles hanging from natural crevices in the stone. I knew that kids had been drinking and doing this to provoke. As the road wound on, I saw dead horses strung up like trophies along the roadside. As I paid more attention, I realized someone had slit the horses’ throats and left empty beer bottles in the pouches, as if they were trash cans.
As the car journey continued, I came to a crossroads, with a village green and a post office.
I asked myself how people could behave like that, back in the tunnels.
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