Scrawlings of a Mad Man

Seeing a scene of the opposite street of my house and cars streaming past. Accidents are being replayed, at a fast rate. One car jumps the curb and rams into a house under construction, causing walls to fall over. Another is my mother and a passenger running into a tree.

I am in a car with family? I talk about my fear of death and ask why I should care about living. One says "Find a reason."