Oh god, the clouds today, the clouds.
They towered, they sprawled, they curled, they mushroomed up into the sky. Grey fission blasts, everywhere, anywhere.
I'm...very small, looking up, a turquoise speck in a rainbow metallic glass flow. This freeway...this sky...this is so...what...there's no words to describe this.
Not because it is indescribable, no. It can be communicated with pictures, with metaphors, with film, all vehicles that will reach you and open up their payloads, and you will know by virtue of indirect, transient telepathy, or some similar mechanism.
The sky, the cold crisp air, the still. I could stay out here for hours. I could try in vain to describe in words what I'll never grasp with language. Why try? You could place yourself there and nod your head. You might get a rough idea of what I'm talking about. But the words will only carry so far, and the waves will die out in the atmosphere, or will they even get that far?
And in my car today something that I might never understand was going through my head, maybe my entire body, something no single individual can understand, something of such magnitude, it would take the entire consciousness of the human population to comprehend, if it is possible to comprehend in the first place.
And this train of thought is just unraveling more and more the longer it gets, until I don't even know where I started.
And...ah.
