There is a section of the city that seems to attract dying cars. As if they are getting close to sucking in their last petrol vapor, their drivers take them on a ride to see the golf course on the south edge of town.
Under the erect building “A” of Novell Inc, lies the carcasses of station-wagons, light pickup trucks, and sedans. Heavy steam slowly escaped through the edges of the hood; today an Audi Quattro joined the graveyard. It’s driver unceremoniously got out and started walking the highway-junction towards the streams and ponds where he’d find ducks and corporate employees feeding them. The end-of-life automobiles almost forgotten behind them.