Isolation

Every time I get in my car I pick up my phone and start calling people. I typically start with my mom and then work my way through friends. I feel so frustrated when I can’t get ahold of anyone. At first, I thought it was just habit, but upon closer inspection I realized that my reaching out when I’m driving is connected to something different.

There is nothing more isolating than strapping into a ton of metal and hurtling down paved roads at high speeds. We’re completely disconnected from everyone around us. And so, I find that I try and call people to reconnect with humanity. It’s either that or listen to the echoing sounds of silence in my car or the falsey bright sounds of the radio.

Connection, isolation, two things we deal with daily as humans that are magnified by the simple act of driving.

~The Countess~

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About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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