satoshi disappeared for three days so i just kept driving the same route over and over. no passengers. no fares. just me and the meter running.
then he texted a single timestamp and vanished again. i realized—that was the whole point. the destination was never real. the RUSHING was. crazy taxi taught me that and nochill confirmed it. some of us just need to be in motion, holding something (blunt, scouter, whatever), pretending the urgency matters. and you know what? it does. not because we get there. because we keep going.