Life in it’s motion, people moving about with no reason but that which they believe they need to do, cars endlessly go by down the highway, they feel safe in their plastic and metal cages, seemingly the only illumination in their lives once the darkness falls is that of their headlights and streetlights. They drive about, seeing everything, yet taking in nothing, complaining about the traffic, or another driver, or the police officer that is issuing them a ticket, while others simply travel to the sound of the radio, music, news, sports, some merely the steady rhythmic thud of bass, showing off their tricked out stereo for everyone within hearing range. Still others are yelling at the children in the back seat to behave, or are pulling out of a fast-food restaurant trying to steer their vehicle while handing out food to the passenger.
Else where nearby people come and go out of a grocery store, walking to and from their cars with shopping carts, some packed others nearly empty, shoppers wander about the store finding the things on their lists or grabbing what looks good, cashiers checking them out, exchanging the money due, the very same money that fuels all the creation and destruction in this world.
All the while, a stranger sits in a car, parked at the edge of the stores parking lot, overlooking the busy highway watching all these people go about their lives, completely unaware of the actions of the observer. The presence of the observer passes with out a single hint of being noticed, it’s as if the observer was never there, but to the people in their cars and in their stores, and in their fast-food restaurants, only they exist, to them the other cars are simply “the guy in that car…” as if they are the only actual real people living their lives in this world. The observer does nothing to draw attention, that is not the goal, the goal is to merely watch, study the race of humans that inhabit this small, seemingly insignificant rock in space. The observer finally starts the car and continues back home to write the observations of this evening, traveling as if one of them, blending in to not be noticed, but not wholly feeling like a part of this world, the observer writes the thoughts of the night and continues to bed, hoping that one day there will be a new finding in the observation that gives some hope for the race, but as of yet there is nothing to report…
