Fleeting Reality

In front of me is a road. Cars and pedestrians pass by at four times their normal speed. I pass the time by imagining stories for these people while always looking intently for any bicycles. The cars start to blur, their headlights have ghost images in my brain, the pedestrians look like bicyclists, bicyclists look like pedestrians, and the time slowly ticks away in the corner of the screen... then all goes black. When I come back to, I realize that I just watched 5 minutes of traffic footage, and only have about another 4 hours to go.

But enough about my gradual loss of sanity. The important thing is that this week I did complete those 4 hours of footage, and am entirely done with the traffic videos that I need to watch. A joyous occasion to be sure, but having just finished all of that, it doesn't seem like much of a victory. I still have the road flashing through my head, and look back with confusion of the excitement that I had once experienced in seeing a 14 large group of cyclists. They should have rehab clinics for this.