some days.
Driving oftentimes, I lose total conscious control, and slip into a safe sort of autopilot.
And I follow habits navigations, routes I don't intend to take, some of them so deeply ingrained it takes me a while to realize why I did just what I did.
This is how I found myself taking sidestreets back to my house, taking Shirley Ave. to chute me from Parthenia to Tampa. I was so deeply focused on figuring out exactly what pattern of by-gone habit caused me to drive this way, that I almost missed the significance of the rows and rows of white trucks on the unpaved road.
At first I took them for moving vans until seeing sound booms, large black equiptment and many very busy looking people.
I slowed down in attempt to pathetically rubberneck, but all I could catch a glimpse of was a very handsome, Wayne Coyne-esque beard.
I drove on, lines of parked cars narrowing the already narrow residential street, wondering why they had to drive half an hour from Hollywood just to find a ranch house.
- - -
I got home and opened the fridge, stomach aching always from lack of proper something.
There was no milk, but a cereal box tucked next to the vegetables.
Some days just seem surreal.
And I follow habits navigations, routes I don't intend to take, some of them so deeply ingrained it takes me a while to realize why I did just what I did.
This is how I found myself taking sidestreets back to my house, taking Shirley Ave. to chute me from Parthenia to Tampa. I was so deeply focused on figuring out exactly what pattern of by-gone habit caused me to drive this way, that I almost missed the significance of the rows and rows of white trucks on the unpaved road.
At first I took them for moving vans until seeing sound booms, large black equiptment and many very busy looking people.
I slowed down in attempt to pathetically rubberneck, but all I could catch a glimpse of was a very handsome, Wayne Coyne-esque beard.
I drove on, lines of parked cars narrowing the already narrow residential street, wondering why they had to drive half an hour from Hollywood just to find a ranch house.
- - -
I got home and opened the fridge, stomach aching always from lack of proper something.
There was no milk, but a cereal box tucked next to the vegetables.
Some days just seem surreal.