kellagator

Someone send me an ask. Not you, Olivia. I don’t need one from you.

Just someone, stimulate my mind please.

I’m opening up question hour.

Go, go, go.

I really want to go to the Lincoln Memorial in the middle of the night, when it’s completely quiet and empty in there, and just sit at the base of his statue, or in a corner, and be silent and think. I want to feel the confined vastness of that place, where every thing is calm and President Lincoln sits looking out at the city. Maybe I’ll bring a notebook and write while I’m there.

It’s one of those things that I just really yearn to do. I can’t quite describe the exact source of the desire, but I think about it all the time.

Earlier today my sister and I were driving out to a bagel place to get bagels, as it is Bagel Sunday. 

On the way there, we passed this group of about nine people on the side of the road with three cars in a line. None of the cars looked damaged, and they had been pulled over pretty neatly, so it caught my attention. 

Near the back bumper of the first one the people were standing in a little circle, and one of them, a woman, was talking really animatedly, pointing her finger and stuff. Most of them looked like they were really into what she was saying, but a few were staring around and one girl was sitting away from everyone, with her arms around her knees.

We passed by them, and I saw all of that, and I thought it was a little weird. I wondered what the people were doing, since a little further down the road there were parking lots and side roads, and lots of trails to walk and places to visit, so why stop and congregate on the side of the road like that?

I wondered if maybe the world wasn’t there for them, or at least, the world I was seeing. What if they were in the middle of some kind of apocalypse? A rag-tag group of survivors, making their way to somewhere safe? What if for them that was normal, or they were parked in front of something I couldn’t see? For me it was just trees behind them, but what if for them the road I was driving on was a parking lot, or buildings, or trees? Maybe I wasn’t meant to see them. 

What if a hole had appeared and I got to drive past it? What if I saw something that was always there?

Probably not. Still, though, what if?