Seattle, 21st Floor

It’s 7:45 in the morning. And as I gaze onto the freeways from the 21st floor of this hotel (with “Man on the moon” playing in the background), it’s somewhat thought-invoking to see the huge swarm of cars driving down in an orderly fashion, following each other at a safe distance, at almost the same speed, with their headlights trying to cut through the early morning clouded environ in this city. A few hundred trailing red lights like worker bees, waiting in line with each other, against each other; to win alone, or to lose together. Changing lanes, and perhaps hoping that altering parts of their life were as easy as the amber indicators with a light tap on the steering wheel…
Mechanized, trailing along to their offices, with a million thoughts in their drivers’ heads, protecting their cars, while their dreams crash against the dreams of those driving in front or behind, waiting for their turn, waiting for signals…