242. THIS IS WHAT PEOPLE DO

THIS IS WHAT PEOPLE DO...

(man on a train)

This is what people do now :

'I am on emotional high at the

moment. I do not want it to end.'

Thus said, the blinding light of electronics

took her away (that girl, over there, at

the screen alone). All the streams - as

I look out this window this morning -

are once again frozen over. That white

car is still in the ditch. It's over a year

now I've seen it in place. She stares still

intently at the image she sees - her other

hand, at rest, on some electronic attachment.

In the background, I notice almost no noise.

The cold morning makes the world a frozen

place - even this late in Winter it still seems

novel and fresh. What if it stayed like this

forever? Would things be any different?