You cocooned in moving matter
An incantation for those travelling the lands where the most significant human structures are strips of pavement (or aeroplanes, or trains...). The inspiration for this occurred when crossing (on foot) the College Avenue overpass across Interstate 8. I was a sole pedestrian above ten lanes of highway traffic (I recounted the lanes: approx. 17, two of which belong to a less busy road parallel to the interstate) walking along a bridge about six lanes wide. On the lane closest to the sidewalk, traffic entering the highway is slow or stationary, and I can gaze at the occupants through their windshields.
Added by colin #442 on 2004-01-19. Last modified 2004-02-16 12:14. Originally created 2004-01-19. F0 License: Attribution