Precaution- Daily Object Writing – Aug 18
Aug 17th, 2009 | By admin | Category: Daily WritingAt a distance but close, leaning in but eyes are slightly closed, a bomb shield is raised up to prevent harm or injury. Don’t want to say too much don’t want to say too little. Scales juggle in my mind, weighing and balancing outcomes and probabilities. The consequence of failure and the consequence of success. Success might lead to a commitment – am I ready? Does that thought make me want to run to the end of Patagonia? Failure might well be as bad as being crushed by an 18 wheeler going by.
Numbers, facts and figures spin like a one armed bandit. It’s a game of chance playing out before me. There’s nothing to grab hold of, nothing clear. The view is opaque like driving through squalling rain with the window wipers up full, must slow down, tyres seem to be hovering over the road – aqua planing , out of control. The steering wheel ineffectual in hands that dig in like bird claws. As if the steering wheel were the last branch on earth. Why didn’t the weather report tell me? Did I listen to the weather report? No I did not take that ‘pre-caution’. Fear and anxiety are choking me with cinders from the bottom of a fire grate. The rain is a hissing demon, clattering on the cage of the car roof, almost deafening. Wipers scream back and forth, struggling to push the deluge away. Slower and slower now down to a precautionary fifty on a freeway that should be running at a hundred
