Wheels In the Age of Stones
by Sarp Sozdinler

As a kid, my father warned me that if I turned on the dome lights while he drove, he would turn blind. Despite the urge, I was afraid of making him run the car off the cliff and have us all killed. Over the years, I dreamed of more convenient scenarios where he would only get himself killed​ ​and the rest of us injured, or vice versa, so either the cops or an undertaker would have to take him away from us. From me. Dead or alive.