Between Moncton and Salisbury the burnt-out shell of a car rests in the culvert beside the highway. It’s been there since January; no one seems to have made any attempt to remove it.
Back in the winter I came upon this wreckage while it was still smoking, presumably only a few hours after the accident happened. There was no one left at the scene by the time I arrived. Tire tracks in the roadside grass were the only evidence of the efforts of the rescue crew.
Sometimes when I’m making the trip alone I’ll pull over at this spot.
I walk around the ruined car, the wreck left on display as an analogy for the future destruction of my own vehicle.