I live on a one-way street that comes to a dead end. I often watch people turning onto it the wrong way. I am trying to decide which is worse--a head-on collision or just coming to a full stop where the road ends.
I live with a bunch of students, but I don't go to school anymore. I went to campus on Thursday and watched a few short films. I didn't feel right. Or maybe it was just the buzz of the too-loud sound that made me feel uncomfortable. Frank and I agree that it feels like we're parents or something, asking our roommates, "how was school today?" And of course we get the required response, "fine."
On Tuesday, Frank thought I was angry. Well, I wasn't angry, I was resigning. I saw all the live-action and 3-dimensions of aspects of our lives flatted, distorted and sold. And he was buying it. It's hard to be angry when your body is made flat, when your lungs don't fill with air and the veins are too pinched to pulse blood. What can you do really, but stare straight ahead, and wait for a wind to lift you up again?
Well, so now I am driving. well, I am learning. On October 4th, I will find out whether the state thinks I'm ready to operate a motor vehicle. And I'm wondering how I'm going to handle this one-way dead end road.