Moving cameras inside moving cars, I pass by lights. Many lights. I click pictures. I check.
Cars and cameras on phones fascinate me to no end. I am riding shotgun, I am jobless, I am thinking of how the ocean is a sink. I am thinking of how the time is 7:00 in the evening and the sun refuses to set. I am thinking of the noise from the backseat. I hope no one is choking. I am too absorbed to care. If they do, they’ll stop the car. I hope they don’t stop the car.
I turn sideways. I look at the steering. It looked so limiting. In front of me was the careless spread of the sky and the steering was taking me into it. How very un romantic.
I realise, our days are such. We have a sensory ocean to jump into and ropes and technicians to make the jump easier. Easy, is the keyword. Take it easy.
I ease off. I switch my camera off and drift to sleep.
Drift to a sensory ocean I so romantically hold dear, but hey, ropes and all. Can’t get too hurt, can’t get a scare. Let’s control life. One inch lowered at a time. I wake up after five hours.