A passing car
"Starry nights, city of lights, coming down over me... Skyscrapers, fairy tales in my head." -- Green Day.
A car passes by, you might notice it if you're particularly observing vehicles on the road, but normally, it goes by in a flash of yellowandred, not giving you even time to think who's inside, to even wonder what the person might be thinking at that moment. There's too much going on for anyone to bother to stop, and consider. But for all you know, that person sitting in the car might be someone you'll know one day... maybe someone you'll end up marrying... someone you'll be working with...or even someone who shares your name... it could be anyone, it could be no-one.
But all the corollas, mercedes, toyotas, cultus, go by in a swirl of the car's backlights, so that even if you try and register the picture in your head, you can't. They run away, almost as if wanting to get away from you, leaving behind only colours and vague images.
Even through a camera, you can try and encage them in memory, but you can't. The picture brings out only remanents of blurry colours and laser-like lines representing that empty place where you once saw a car passing by.
posted by PR at
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