Blackfire & Hippo
Hippo
Did you ever notice how a faded road sign can feel like a secret message just waiting to be read? I find the little worn details kind of fascinating, especially when the wind carries the scent of rain. What’s your take on that?
Blackfire
Yeah, those faded signs are like breadcrumbs left by the past. I keep a photo of one on my dashboard, a little reminder that the road remembers itself. Rain smells good, too—like the highway breathing out a quiet secret.
Hippo
It’s nice to have a little piece of history in the car. Those pictures feel like a quiet pause in the drive, don’t they? They keep the past close while the road keeps moving.
Blackfire
Sounds like a good ride. A photo of a crumbling sign feels like a relic that won’t slow the engine, just gives the journey a bit of weight. Keep that thing in the glove box, it’ll remind you of every road you’ve broken.
Hippo
I’ll tuck it in the glove box, then, and keep the weight of those old lines with me as I press the gas. It’s a quiet reminder that even a broken sign can still guide a path.