
I found this in an old notebook from last spring. I was going through a big thought-bubble-for-non-cognitive objects phase.



I'm left in fascination at Yakima's bizarre truck culture. Today tires bigger than me drove by holding up a truck the size of a small mountain. Even though I was driving a 1991 Jeep Cherokee, I still could not see high enough into the driver's cab to see what the driver looked like. God forbid a child should ever run blindly into the street, but, if it's to happen, with any luck it will be while this truck is on the road, as it'd graze right over the kid like a lawn mower without clippers.