Monday, March 19, 2012

20 years later


When I got up this morning it was afternoon the birds were chirping and it was a beautiful day outside. But when I went to get up nothing around me was familiar there were more houses than I remembered I was right along a main interstate which when I went to sleep it was an old dirt road that no one but me and a few of the neighbors new about and the cares that were on it had become incredibly fast and were moving what seemed like double to what my old Chevy truck could do. They all looked so round and barely had a corner on them.  Most of the driers had this square box they were holding to their head and seemed to be talking into them and holding a conversation with the box.

                Then I started down the side walk outside my house which was not the night before. As I went down the walk there were houses taller than anything I had ever seen before people were cousinly going in and out. There was a constant flow of people going in and out I went in just to take a quick look it was like the hotel that was down town but taller and with many more rooms. As I exited I took notice of all the people who had these small boxes they were all pushing buttons with a furry and stop for a little and would go at it again.

                No one as talking to each other just to the box and every one was in a hurry. I decided to walk down town to the old filling station to talk to the guys who are always there and ask them what happened. When I Came to the spot where the station used to be it was full of these new cars and every one would stop at a pump fill it themselves but before they could they would swipe a card and the pump would give them gas.

                The whole town has changed overnight and nothing I knew is the same.  Everything I knew has changed and aged. I wonder what happened I haven’t been put my finger on what is wrong but I’m goanna have to learn all the new and forget the old. The world changes so fast you can barely keep up.

               

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