Who Knows

Everything is too loud, too frenetic. There are too many moving parts. It never seems to stop – day in and day out, people are coming and going, cars are passing by on the road, police cruisers are sitting at the top of the hill, or in the parking lot, waiting to pull someone over for a broken tail light or an expired license plate. Who takes the time to check if all their running lights are working before getting in the car? I don’t. But they’re always coming and going, up and down the hill. The parking lot at Walmart is always packed, even after midnight. Everyone is always doing something, and they’re always in a rush. On the way to work, there’s always someone driving like a maniac, passing all the cars that are sticking to the speed limit. They’re desperate to win the race to work, whose prize is work. Then they’re in a hurry to get home, so they can sit and watch TV, or go shopping, or spend time with their families.

There was a tree on top of the hill. It was at least six feet in diameter, branches went right over the road like a canopy. It was there for as long as I’ve lived here. Then one day, it was gone. The lot it grew on is now empty, and I don’t think anyone’s developing anything on it, so I’m not sure why they cut the tree down. I have to wonder if the crew who did the job even knew why they were doing it. It was a tree, and trees have got to be cut down. Maybe they’re running some power lines over that lot in the future. Who knows?

I would wonder if the Amish don’t have the right idea because we live like crazy people. But so do the Amish. Maybe humans just have crazy written in their DNA. Can this society just collapse already? I’m tired of living in it.