Nuclear Winter, Twilight Zone, Outer Limits. These three things were on my mind as I drove into work this morning.
Twilight Zone and Outer Limits because the world seemed "out of phase". I couldn't quite put my finger on why. Perhaps it was the morning mist that couldn't decide if it wanted to be up or down. There were areas where mist swept across the street, obliterating shoulders of the road - and other places where the mist hung just high enough to make it seem I was driving through a tunnel.
Twilight Zone and Outer Limits because the writers for those two television shows were experts and taking ordinary life and twisting it so to reveal the possibility that something totally incomprehensible could be developing beneath a shell of ordinary appearance. This morning it certainly seemed that something opposite of ordinary could be waiting around the next bend.
Nuclear Winter because as the light from the sun finally managed to push through the mist, the eastern sky turned a alien yellow- green. I imagined that if there enough ash in the air, this dim mutated color could be the most hopeful light the day would bring. A light that could just as easily be radioactive glow as light from a distant star.
No comments:
Post a Comment