we(ungdomskulen) doesnt travel in a nightliner so we travel during the day, and since we dont have an x-box,psp´s or wii´s in the van, the window is the source to our entertainment.
you are going so fast though, you only get to witness excerpts of little stories swooshing by, likekids chasing a school-bus or two horses feasting on the jingly hay-stuffed body of a scarecrow.
it happends too fast to capture on camera, so you just have to memorize it the best way you can.
one time we saw a guy threatening to jump from a bridge arching over the freeway we where on.
he was hanging outside the bridge-fence,grabbing onto the cold metal-grid like spiderman, with cops trying to convince him to climb back over and get into their custody.
it was nerve-wrecking.
another time we saw barebreasted bloody kids knucklefighting eachother in broad daylight.
we were sitting safe and sound with our wintercoats on just moping to the intensity of it all.
the thing is though, there is no end to the stories we get served, just the middle, see otherwise it would go unnoticed.
we dont see the suicide-jumper considering climbing the fence, or the kids making up after the rumbling.
no, we just get the juicy middle, the climax, the bone of the dog, the blizzard or nothing at all.
still, most of the time its just landscapes or neonlight-inthusing diners that are flickering by.
trafficjams and sweaty construction workers, cows taking dozy naps under the shade of a tree, or greenfingered taxpayers attending their private petite gardens.
no matter what you see though, it makes you feel really small, and vunerable in a way.
it´s you against the world, the speeding car against gravity, the sun and the moon, your future and past all battling for your attention.
and so it makes you think about alot of weird things.you get inspired, bored and emotional within the same minute.
your mind wanders free and hairy and you end up getting knots on your thread of thought, not getting any conclusions whatsoever.
no, there´s no peace of mind or fullfillments of your mental cascades.
and so after a while it just becomes a big grey gush of wheat-porridge, and you need a break.
so you sleep alittle, talk alittle, put on some new music on the carstereo or textmessage a loved one, and then... you simply just start from scratch.
eyeballing life through the dirty windowshields of a 1998 mercedes sprinter.