![]() ![]() We had been driving without a destination for twenty minutes now, after leaving the dark but inviting booths of the hole-in-the-wall, and from my lying, distorted viewpoint, everything looked the same. The streets flew by too fast to focus on anything and I had no idea where we were. I felt the growl of the engine vibrate through me and my skin tingled. Similar forms would emerge but they were only imitations of the beauty that once was and they would be a beauty all of their own, and so it would continue, a slideshow of unique tessellations, forever changing and never returning. ![]() Never again would that pattern be created in its exactness. But after the change it was lost, too quick to comprehend, too fast an alteration to appreciate the instant of unique beauty that was now forever lost. Every component of color was strewn at random by the water and every moment created change, a disorganization of substance that my mind tried to make sense of. The rain streaked across the windows like tiny rivers that scattered the neon lights into an explosive kaleidoscope of impressive complexity. Facebook Tweet Shares 54 Like BY PETER ELDRITCH
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