This was originally published on my old blog BackpackBook (Livro de Mochila), a project that blended literature and travel, sometimes just traveling in my lucid dreams. It ran as â4ÂŞ e Euâ on February 14, 2010. In Portuguese âquartaâ means both fourth gear and Wednesday, which the post plays on.
A hot day. It wasnât a Wednesday, maybe a Sunday. I wasnât alone, though I came very close to being alone. Fourth stayed with me to the end. I pulled away, I stopped, I ran a red light, all of it in fourth, oh life. It was just fourth and me.