Deserted Dallas

Jan 18, 2007 04:44

I didn't see another car or person the whole trip, everything was closed. I was driving to pick up my daughter after work. It was after midnight and the streets were empty. I took a side street to avoid the ice on the freeway overpasses. I really didn't feel like getting on that ride again. On my way to work a car had spun a 360 right behind me. I kept waiting to hear the crash of all the cars hitting it, but I didn't. This time it was the back streets for me.

Everything was so still. The road was patches of wet, sand, and ice. I drove slowly and had time to stare at everything I passed. I looked at all the big quiet houses next to the hospital. I looked in the windows of the dark stores. I played with the thought of being the only person left on earth. In the past, this has been a fun game. I pondered what I would do. In my dreams I love to go through old houses and open all the drawers. I find wonderful things, trinkets, coins, pictures, rings. Yet, in those dreams there are people around or people who are supposed to be around. Imagining that there was no one but me made me realize that if I were the only person on earth it wouldn't matter. I wouldn't care to look through secret drawers. I wouldn't have any reason to. Every house would be the same.

Then I wondered what would I do with my time. I thought about passing time with music, books, and movies, but they had no purpose either. Jacuzzis, soft grass, soft couches... no comfort there. Wine, good food? It wouldn't matter anymore. I realized that life without people is like having a book and no way to fill it. No story to tell, no picture to draw, no color.. nothing.

There would be nothing left to do but live or die as a book with empty pages.
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