A random spurt of inspiration about nothing inspired by driving home in a blizzard
by , 10-11-2009 at 12:27 AM (1915 Views)
Snowflakes swirl at the windshield. Lights flash beyond my range of vision, in a world beyond what I can see. The rumble of the engine hums in my gut and my brain, the unchanging presence constant in every corner of my tiny portable universe. My entire world is the cold wheel in my hands and the resistance of the throttle. I know there is life out there. I just can’t see it. I don’t want to see it. All I want is the constant yet ever changing blur of the oncoming storm. Nothing really matters, here within my own little atmosphere of creation. Within the layers of my imagination, I am lost in a world of chaos. A thousand stories play out on the waves of my creation; a thousand roles floating about in my head weave a cloak of fantasy around me. I have pushed my most pressing problems from my mind- I am not in a class I don’t understand learning things far, far beyond me. My truck isn’t a POS and threatening to end up in an overhaul garage. I’m not running low on money with no job. I am not lonely or missing my few best friends. None of this exists when I pull on my cloak of fantasy. For the fifteen minute drive home, the cloak takes care of my every need, fueled by the blizzard outside and my small boy sense of wonder.




