No matter how you twist it,
life stays frozen in the headlights
John Ashbery

THERE WERE SEVEN of us. Five in the car, two in the boot. We were driving to a party no one knew for sure was happening. This is how our nights played out. We followed hints and whisper-trails of action, motivated by the thrill of the chase, or maybe just the fear of staying still and missing out and remaining unseen by the enormous crowd of people that populated our imaginations.