Oblivious

©BurgsEye 2005

Sitting in a single file trail of traffic transporting solo drivers to their daily workplace destination wondering what it is they think everday as they crawl to the next standstill. do they contemplate leaving earlier tomorrow to join another earlier legion of castrated road warriors all entertaining similar thoughts of tomorrows departure time or routes less taken? do they tune out in blank acceptance that this is life and their lot? what do they feel? frustration, powerlessness, panic, claustrophobia, rage? do they feel trapped in their single cell on route to oblivion?
the freedom of the road as portrayed in car ads is nothing more than a modern myth. the sure death consumer madness of the 21C accelerates daily unlike the growing gridlock. humans racing towards stasis.