Monday, August 02, 2004
Streaming (of consciousness)�
Every time I drive on 294, I get overwhelmed with luxury around me. I drive a 2000 Camry, in nearly perfect condition. Nothing�s broken. It drives fast. AC works. Radio, tape player, and the CD player work. The toll-way has eight lanes most of the way, and then six. I don�t often encounter traffic, and when I do, it�s okay. There�s a lot to think about. The road is smooth, the sky is blue. Where there aren�t green trees bordering the two sides, there is a tall beige wall. I come to a toll stop, and I don�t have to stop, because I have an I-pass�I can go 60 miles right through the stops. I privileged in many ways� I�ve got personal possessions, my laptop for instance and my books, which a majority of the world can�t dream of. I have enough to get a graduate degree. Today, my mother was going shopping and she asked if I needed anything. I need nothing� nothing at all. I�ve got every material object I need. I�m grateful for my life and living. But realization like that brings responsibility, which I would rather forget. ¶ 8/02/2004 03:56:00 PM
Every time I drive on 294, I get overwhelmed with luxury around me. I drive a 2000 Camry, in nearly perfect condition. Nothing�s broken. It drives fast. AC works. Radio, tape player, and the CD player work. The toll-way has eight lanes most of the way, and then six. I don�t often encounter traffic, and when I do, it�s okay. There�s a lot to think about. The road is smooth, the sky is blue. Where there aren�t green trees bordering the two sides, there is a tall beige wall. I come to a toll stop, and I don�t have to stop, because I have an I-pass�I can go 60 miles right through the stops. I privileged in many ways� I�ve got personal possessions, my laptop for instance and my books, which a majority of the world can�t dream of. I have enough to get a graduate degree. Today, my mother was going shopping and she asked if I needed anything. I need nothing� nothing at all. I�ve got every material object I need. I�m grateful for my life and living. But realization like that brings responsibility, which I would rather forget. ¶ 8/02/2004 03:56:00 PM
