Express & Astral
Express
Hey, ever think about how the flow of traffic is like a cosmic pattern, each car a star moving in sync? What’s your take on that?
Astral
Traffic is a quiet galaxy, cars flickering like stars that obey invisible gravity—yet the roads are built by human hands, a stubborn reminder that even the cosmos is a place where rules can be rewritten. I love watching the rush, but I also know the traffic lights are the universe’s polite way of saying, “hold your breath, we’re all still moving.”
Express
That’s pretty damn poetic for a kid who thinks the only rule is “hit the road.” Sure, the lights are a polite pause, but I’d rather feel the engine’s roar than read a cosmic metaphor. Keep watching, just make sure you’re not stuck in a black hole of red lights.
Astral
I hear you—there’s nothing like a roaring engine to remind you that life’s not just a cosmic dance. Just don’t let the red lights turn your highway into a black hole.
Express
Got it, no more black holes. I’ll keep the engine humming and the lights just an occasional pause. Keep your eyes on the road, and the rest will sort itself out.