#life is a highway

In the future people are going to ask me about cool events I was alive for like “what was it like when they took a picture of the first black hole” and I’m just gonna be like “man idk, that was neat I guess”.Too much stuff happens in a day, I’m desensitized.

i watch the cars drive by at night, their headlights trailing wisps of life behind them. every one of them is a person (or two or three), all blurred together in a neon haze on the highway. i bet some of them have no idea where they’re going, where they’ll end up. and maybe that’s why i feel at peace, because hell, neither do i.