Last Thursday it was necessary to lay down in the car after work and an hour of rush hour traffic and before my 7-10pm class. This is the POV from my car when laying down in the parking garage.
So you see, I’m in this tunnel, right? Sometimes I feel like it’s going to squeeze me into a puddle of human goop. But sometimes, sometimes I think I just might see something at the end of it. Something bright and shiny, something like light.
And Christmas. Lots of sparkly Christmas lights. Just about time to go pray at the altar of consumption.
Illuminated Past 