Last night when I was driving home from seven brides, the horrible rain storm that I had driven through on the way to Winston-Salem that morning hit me on I-440. The rain was so heavy that I couldn't see nor hear anything besides the rain. I find that very frightening, when I can't even see the road. But something interesting happened as well.. it's hard to describe, but the road seemed to disappear beneath the water. The lights from oncoming traffic and other lights reflected in the water in a multitude of colors, many greens and blues. The road looked as if it was moving, covered by a swathe of fog and water. It seemed at the same time, that I was not moving. In the background, on the radio, a very ethereal adagio for strings was playing, the name escapes me. It all seemed very disconnected from reality for me... incredibly surreal, and very beautiful. A thought that occurred to me during the drive was how I wished there to be a voice-over in French, like in a Truffait film. In French with subtitles because the two always seem so disconnected, or perhaps more eloquent when you must read the words for yourself. Maybe not eloquent, maybe abstract, and it's the abstraction that I find so attractive. Something indifferent and passive, "I noticed something about the rain.." and so on. Honestly I'm not sure what I'm babbling about, though I felt the need to get this written somewhere.


Josh S.
07:39:53 PM