Its 1 a.m. and i'm in my car, alone, in a drive-thru. Through my sideview mirror I catch a glimpse of the person in the car behind me. He's wearing a black shirt. He has black hair and is very thin and pale. He's also alone. At that moment, for no unprecedented reason, I want to know what he is thinking more than anything in the world. I want to know his dreams, his worries, his passions. I want to know where he is going, where he is coming from. I want to know if he's going home to a wife and a little baby girl, or going to some raging party. I continue to stare at him, now from my rearview mirror. I wonder if he sees me staring. When he looks in my direction, I wonder if he's looking at me, or past me. It's impossible to tell.
Friday, September 11, 2009
bright
Its 1 a.m. and i'm in my car, alone, in a drive-thru. Through my sideview mirror I catch a glimpse of the person in the car behind me. He's wearing a black shirt. He has black hair and is very thin and pale. He's also alone. At that moment, for no unprecedented reason, I want to know what he is thinking more than anything in the world. I want to know his dreams, his worries, his passions. I want to know where he is going, where he is coming from. I want to know if he's going home to a wife and a little baby girl, or going to some raging party. I continue to stare at him, now from my rearview mirror. I wonder if he sees me staring. When he looks in my direction, I wonder if he's looking at me, or past me. It's impossible to tell.
