the endless grey ribbon

Sep 02, 2009 20:45

Tonight after driving Tim to SeaTac, I was thinking about one time when I drove my parents' car back from the airport.  It was ass-early in the morning and still completely dark out, which probably contributed to the fact that I missed an exit.  At some point I made the realization that I had ended up on 405 and was headed north, but into the Eastside.  Despite the early hour, there were tons of people on the road and traffic was horrendous.  For miles I crawled up the highway as if stuck in some sensory deprivation chamber, boxed in on all sides and unable to see much of anything aside from other cars' headlights and taillights.

Now, I get really bored with riding the same way to work every day, and after a while the streets on my route begin to seem maddeningly monotonous.  But at least it's only half an hour each way and I do get to see some ordinary, and even pretty, scenery.  Looking around at the people stuck in traffic with me on that morning on 405, I thought about how most of them probably drove this blank, barren stretch of road nearly every day for, no doubt, more than an hour each way.  I think that after a couple weeks of that I would pretty much want to blow up the planet.

Okay, seriously and for reals, time to get back to work on the comic book.  Also: the title "Thunder in the Building" now seems pretty stupid to me, but I guess I can live with it for one more issue.
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