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Fitzgerald wrote of a faint green light (and so many other things too) "So we beat on, boats against the current, ceaselessly into the past." Am I beating on, now? Face pressed against the cold window, I feel the wheels beneath me rolling and rolling slapping against the pavement, but that's not me. That's just the minivan- at most the person holding the wheel and pressing the pedal. They beat on, petals of a different sort, elephantine limbs rotating rolling like the wheels of the car, but moving in a different fashion entirely. The red lights       blink in unison on             and off as each massive wing crests and then descends again. You can't see them but I know they're there from the fraction of a shadow that falls over each red light. We're moving too, though maybe not like Fitzgerald wrote. This minivan, this minivan is moving forward with the current and the longer I spend thinking about it, face against this cold window, I know I'm moving forward too.
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
Moving Forward
Fitzgerald wrote of a faint green light (and so many other things too) "So we beat on, boats against the current, ceaselessly into the past." Am I beating on, now? Face pressed against the cold window, I feel the wheels beneath me rolling and rolling slapping against the pavement, but that's not me. That's just the minivan- at most the person holding the wheel and pressing the pedal. They beat on, petals of a different sort, elephantine limbs rotating rolling like the wheels of the car, but moving in a different fashion entirely. The red lights       blink in unison on             and off as each massive wing crests and then descends again. You can't see them but I know they're there from the fraction of a shadow that falls over each red light. We're moving too, though maybe not like Fitzgerald wrote. This minivan, this minivan is moving forward with the current and the longer I spend thinking about it, face against this cold window, I know I'm moving forward too.
the wind farm between ohio and indianapolis- equally mesmerizing by day or by night.
sarah-fran
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May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
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