I was driving at night. My white Honda Fit was nearly one of the only cars on the road. In the distance I could see a blue glowing rectangle mounted alongside the freeway. The sign glowed so intensely, you could barely see its support structure. I expected an image or icon, but it continually seemed to assert its blueness instead. As I approached a sharp neon yellow text appeared as though my proximity activated the abrupt message. I was not sure if it was by sheer coincidence or by design. The yellow read Ideas come from the future selves of others. As the blue slipped by and the speckled darkness laid before me, something lost traction beneath my car seat, and I felt irritated by my minds inability to let go of the aimless ponderings of others.
Posted on: Tue, 04 Feb 2014 04:00:08 +0000
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