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Tuesday |
| I-5 North Tuesday noon is a far cry from Pi'ilani Highway. I've been going up for two nights and three days all summer, remodeling a friend's house in Arlington. Part of me keeps expecting to feel the tug of regret, which is weird, because I'm aware of waiting for a regretful feeling that never comes--is that regret in itself? Or just a projection of others' expectations? Traffic-choked highways are symptoms of a great societal sickness, but I'm happy enough to be riding to work with a friend, for a friend, at a fair wage and free of looming intrusive scrutiny. So in that way this all feels like progress despite the sadness and futility that typifies the interstate, symbol of the USA's heedless and wasteful ways. |
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