Highway History

how is it that a little pink screen can laugh at you and say ha ha loser you have nothing important to say, how an empty white box with a blinking cursor waiting for text can be so overwhelming? it tempts me to write only to make a fool of myself and my little thoughts and observations. feels like starting an essay thats due yesterday.

i noticed on the way to work that highway driving is FULL of history. i've never actually looked out and been aware of what you can really see on the side of the road. what events have occured. besides the occasional interesting roadkill and the oh so cool my car changes colour in the sun paint job of some shitbox gone fast and furious, there are miscellaneous car parts that hint at the series of unfortunate events taken place, to keep you occupied on the long journey to work.

you can not only see (and hear if you imagine) the long scrapes of said paint jobs along the steely highway dividers, but you can also make out the dents and kinks leftover from impacts. this morings eye candy was a bumper that had been crushed under the bent metal divider and ripped off, stuck and hanging there in scraggled bits.

a license plate mashed up and wrapped around steel bolt...in one second of crashy speediness, some one cuts you off, you're front plate is gone and your car is fucked. peices of tire, glass, mirror, hats, popped balloons, then sometimes you even see that people have placed flowers in the middle of the highway, further symbolizing fatal accidents. how the hell do you place flowers in the middle of the highway, without inducing fatality yourself?

i took a picture of this truck we got stuck behind in rush hour one day. my digital camera is for SUCKS so the pictures run completely parallel to that statement.
i have never seen a truck like this before, this is not to say they don't exist. obviously they do. it was a vehicle used for collecting garbage with a reservoir on the top i guess, like an extra shelf...jammed everywhere in this garbage truck-protruding endlessly, were ribs, bones, bones, MORE bones, fat, leftover meaty grossness hanging off everywhere tumbling with the traffic. they over stuffed the actual storage/crushing area, and tossed MORE bones on the top ..piles and piles of animal carcass bumping and sliming and jiggling slowly down the road, half a chevron in front of us. a slime of chunky fat slid down the outside of the truck and got stuck on the bumper. it might as well have been leaving a trail down the windsheild. the frowny crinkle 'thats disgusting' face is involuntary.
i wonder how many things they do with those bones and squishy fat. from fight club to pet stores, this had to be talked about. it's just something you don't get to be stuck behind everyday.