What do I love? What makes my heart beat faster?

Speed in motion.

It’s hard to explain. I don’t fully understand it myself. When I’m on my bicycle, it’s the faster the better. Seeing a hill ahead widens my eyes and expands my soul. Riding down around curves and bends is one of the greatest thrills in the world, moreso when I’m surrounded by the deep solid green of woodlands.

Driving at high speeds isn’t common for me. The environment doesn’t lend itself to such, with too many people and not enough open roads. But when it’s possible, with the windows down and the music up, pushing my silly little import into the eighties is a magical feeling. It’s impossible to frown. My lips pull into their widest grin, showing wolf’s teeth as I rocket over the ground.

The best part of flying is that initial acceleration, when you hear the engines roar and you feel the thrum deep inside your chest as if you’re being pulled forward by some ethereal juggernaut, lifting you like the sound of thunder into the alien sky.

The second best part of flying is coming into Chicago at night. But I digress.

I am a burning wheel in motion, ablaze with a passion for movement. Faster, ever faster, ever faster.