He stood in the center of the road and regarded me for a while before he finally spoke. Only violence and silence and roads with no destination. It has everything. In this world, you are immortal. Even the most grevious injuries are healed within hours.
Time is immaterial.
Because otherwise, you would have nothing. Then he kicked up his heels and zoomed away. I knew it would be the last time he would ever speak to me. I lay out the large rocket by the roadside as a sacrifice to the purple-plumed god. I straddled it, and as he passed by I lit the fuse.