Peter decided he would drive north. Drive north till the pavement ended. Drive till the road ended. Drive till the land ended. One mile into his trek he came to Harry’s Diner and stopped for a cheeseburger. Afterwards he went to a movie with some friends.
Peter’s obsessions usually followed a similar pattern. Everything he imagined would be a grand adventure turned into drudgery. He always longed for the destination but was unwilling to undertake the journey. Till he bought a cheap electric guitar. He loved its noises. His finger bled. He mastered it. That guitar was buried beside him.