The Road Rage I Definitely Don’t Have

Hi my dear friend,

I don’t usually get road rage.
Well… maybe I do.

Because can we really be
honest judges of ourselves?

Probably not.

What I can say is that
I don’t feel the need to shout.
Or to curse all those around me 
and wish their tires 
went out…

Well, that’s not 
entirely true either.

I do sometimes wish 
that their cars would 
explode.

But… 
I do not shout.

You might be thinking…
is it really better though,
if what I imagine happening
is probably worse than
a raised voice?

Who knows?

To be honest,
I have nothing against shouting
to let the frustration out.

So if you prefer to shout,
please, be my guest…
Howl or cry.
Or roar like a beast.

And yet, 
there is a fine line 
between a release… 
and a hurtful sting. 

Between 
something that's yours, 
and someone else
left holding it.

So instead… 
I hand it to my imagination.
Because she's entirely 
mine.

Free to go 
wherever she wants…
without leaving a mark
on the world outside.

Well, except…

On some 
very imaginary 
cars.

With love,
Elina

Imagery / From Elina’s travels - Hotel Sanders, Copenhagen, 2026 / Elina & Her Stardust