slowcars

just spent minutes attempting to somehow wax poetic on the degree to which i despise traffic. attempting to engage in a philosophical and theoretical discussion regarding my thoughts about how and why traffic taps into something quite ancient in our biological dna, which in turn causes a revolt of our spirits, minds, bodies, and souls against its tired attack. but alas, i feel quiet. i feel pissed off about having sat in traffic for the last forty minutes. fuck you fuck you fuck you traffic. where are all of you people going? sometimes good to say fuck you, and leave the {supposed} intellectual banter to the wayside. perhaps often, this is best. perhaps i do rush too much with all things. i would of course argue the contrary, but perhaps. perhaps i drive slowly, because i really want to drive fast. perhaps i feel like traffic limits me. perhaps it is some veiled race against mortality. perhaps my art is restless. perhaps the engine in my belly is too big. vroom vroom.

Posted by jeff at June 11, 2003 03:51 PM

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