I'm very starved to the moment in Perks of Being a Wallflower in which the characters agree on their own infinity. Starved isn't the word I chose, but my phone chose it for me. I long for a moment in which I can be so sure of my own infinity.
My favorite tunnel in town goes under missionary ridge and sometimes I drive miles out of my way just to go beneath its years of history. The old civil war is in its name and the CCC is in its construction and a global community of commerce drives through it.
Tonight, I rolled my windows down to disk in the light and sound of the place and a beater passed me, old enough to rattle and smoke, but loud enough to satisfy what my Toyota was never designed to. He revved hard in a low gear, ramping the machine back on its suspension. I stuck my arm out the window and shook my first into the night air.
That man and I parted ways at two am on a Sunday morning, never knowing each other. We are not infinite. But I have this moment, and I'll continue to look for the moment my life.
Ooh, I like the part of driving through Missionary Ridge as driving through layers of history. I mean, that's exactly right, but pointing it out was cool. This also felt very poignant.
ReplyDeleteBask, not disk. Phone!
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