Saturday, October 04, 2003

Travelling

I was relieved to drive out of the city, and past the outlying freeway towns, so artificial-looking, with their wide paved streets lined with identical houses. Strange to think at one time I wanted to be like everyone else, functioning within the Vast Machine. If I’m functioning within, I thought, I should give little thought to it—it would be like it doesn’t exist. I wanted to feel like I belonged somewhere. If only it were so easy. For a split second today, though, driving by, I could forget my anxiety about this journey. I was content to not be settled into a routine, to be moving toward an unknown destination. I wish we could just keep driving. Keep moving—they can’t find you as long as you keep moving.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

if you look for something thats moving, it will be hard to find if its standing still

5:23 AM  

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