After undertaking a road trip for the past two days, my wife and I have stumbled upon an interesting metaphysical revelation.
Limbo is driving along a never ending road, shrouded in a snow storm that gobbles up light, leaving everything a flat white and making objects jump out at you with a split second to react. There are no stops other than to gas up and you can only eat at McDonald’s roadside restaurants. Did I mention there’s also a toddler strapped to the back seat in our version? Definitely not Heaven. Not quite Hell.
Maybe if we’re lucky, there’s an off ramp to Purgatory right around this bend? Nope. Guess we’ll keep on driving on.
Time to cue Johnny Cash’s Ghost Riders in The Sky. Or was that Ghost Drivers in the Sky?