i'm on the outside looking inside...
said the straight man to the late man, "where have you been."
pulling out of the school i could only think about three things: the mood i was in, how cold it was in my car, and echoes by pink floyd coming out of speakers. I exhaled and my breathe appeared on the windshield. The thermometer for the interior read 45 degrees. The voice of roger waters came out of the speakers, justifying everything that was morally right and questionable. I think to myself," Echoes is the best pink floyd song and i am in the perfect mood to listen to it." But then i thought," What kind of mood am i in?" I thought about it for a bit, as a watched the heat from my breathe appear on the windshield. It didn't matter.
Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant tide
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine
And no one showed us to the land
And no one knows the wheres or whys
But something stirs and
Something tries
And starts to climb towards the light
All i cared about was the empty road before me, meandering its way like a snake, to proud of its own ingenuity and unconventionalism to actually end or carry anoter passenger like myself. I was alone and cold. I thought about hannah and how i wished she wa sin the car with me, or that i could have hung out with her. i think about marshall and romeulous. I think about greg and manny, and how i scared the shit out of manny. The road keeps winding, mirrors on the side of the road parallel my car, and giving me foresight into the future.
Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can
And no one calls us to the land
And no one crosses there alive
And no one speaks
And no one tries
And no one flies around the sun
The road now moves up and down, and i think," How weird is that one simple turn of such a small metallic device activates such a large mechanism?" I keep driving. it seems to be the only thing that matters at that particular point in time. All else is rendered useless. Pink Floyd has totally taken over. If there were to be a deer in the road, i would have hit it, without hesitation, almost welcoming my irresistable and undesirable fate. I hit the recall button. it says 18:22. I think to myself," five more minutes and this epic will be over, but why?" it doesn't matter. All else is rendere useless. The guitars pick up, and Roger Waters voice once again pervades my senses fo rthe final time...
And now this is the day you fall
Upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Comes streamin in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning
And no one sings me lullabies
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky.
Across the sky...
I realize i'm in my neighborhood. "What do i want out of life?"
Before i can think of anything, and i shutting off the car, opening the door, and cutting off Roger Waters for one last time of the night....