this was the life that she lived on that winding, self-devouring snake o’ heartless gray street: her bright red car plowing down smaller cars of other bright colors to collect their silver tokens & dodging larger cars that try to take her tokens — ¿& use those tokens for what? larger & larger cars.
she knew there was no end: as she was fattening her car up like a lion, others were growing theirs e’en faster. but she couldn’t just stop: she needed those tokens or she’d wither like a ghost, like the tiniest cars that couldn’t keep from losing all their tokens to the larger cars…