Suppose

you're in a car with R & L, and, fancy this, you are driving down from the Morenci mines past the tunnel and conveyor belts towards the underpass where the steep blind hill makes a turn and for just two seconds--usually--all is darkness: but this time the road is lit in the industrial green lights of the mine and what you see is a gate: a high half-open chainlink gate and fence across the road, and the hood of the car meets it, neat as a hand slicing through water: click: and it is then, simultaneously, that R jumps out of the car to free us from the gate and that you discover you are now sitting on the hood where the impact thrust you through the glass, and you are hanging on for dear life, and turning back you see that R has been somehow knocked out of his clothes: click: what you see is R in sagging white briefs and a wife-beater tank running to the backside of the car: you see he is covered in blood: you see this in the headlights of an oncoming car which you immediately sensed when you realized you were trapped on top of that car mashed into the gate just waiting for the inevitable: another blind vehicle careening round the bend: click: R pushing the car from the back, you on the hood hanging on, L somewhere silent in the back (dead?), and it hits, you see it happening in the headlights rising, gathering, the whole road lit up like a fucking waiting room: suppose: R is still back there, you suppose, when it hits and the hood of the car throws you off, and flying, you are thinking of that fence, of the road beyond where you nearly got to, except that you have never seen yourself die before now, dreaming. You've hardly been able to imagine it hit.