Thursday, January 04, 2007

Trapped

And after certain words were spoken,
They continued travelling in silence,
Only rubber on road making comment.

6 comments:

Novel Nymph said...

You are such a sensation--thanks for allowing us glimpses...

ish said...

You've struck a nerve of identification here. Lean and evocative ... convincingly claustophobic. A tiny query re last 2 words: slightly prosaic maybe?

Inconsequential said...

Ish - re last two words...

Yes, and deliberately bland :)

I don't know what the roads are like in Oz, but here they make a really annoying drone when driven on, if there is no music, or talking it really hits a nerve when i travel, hence the fact that even though its her car I bought an mp3 player for it :)

Maybe we just need a newer car, one with reasonable soundproofing...that way we won't hear the rabbits scream as we mow 'em down...

ish said...

we won't hear the rabbits scream as we mow 'em down...
LOL. You get major points for mowing rabbits in OZ. A national plague. We live up a gravel road so soundproofing is not a great help.

Pod said...

ish - some people are a national plague too. should we mow them down too?

inc - the new sensation hey? love the heaviness of this. its simpleness speaks volumes to coin a phrase. i sense a bit of a change in your work....

Eleuktra Starsoft said...

I rather like knowing silences. They can be comfortable or not. Those in which you know that nothing needs to be said are actually rather lovely. Peaceful even.

It all depends on whether you end up looking out of the same window or not. Opposite windows is painful.

Anyway, I always sing LOUD in the car. Even without music. Making my own noise. I suspect that I look as though I am crying sometimes, because I really give it some. But that's all part of the fun.