The Capsule

The traffic in my highway was intense, so I created this machine.
A fantastic experience of travelling without leaving your place.
They liked it.
A home version of their favourite Disney toy.
It was expensive to produce, but they swallowed my argumentation with child’s eyes.
Being inside a capsule had never been so pleasant.
The machine was an ode to the new world. Pure poetry.
Once inside it, they could feel the breeze as it comes through an open window.
They could also feel the vibration in their feet, even stronger when the chosen option was “By train”. The 3D images made the rest and the capsule was ready to be announced in a TV spot.

They started buying it.

I equipped my car with food and music before parking on the edge of my highway.
I stayed there for a long time, as the radio brought the news.
The huge success of the capsule was longing to have an effect on my road.
Only when my beard was asking for a shave, the traffic started to cease.
Excited, I watched the cars vanish slowly from my view.
What a movie! I ate all the popcorn.
After a deep sleep, my vehicle was awake again.
From the bushes, back on the road.
The sun was evil, the wind was salvation.

I became rich.
And that fragment of nothing was now only mine.

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The line

The cars passed in a rush, very close to the path.
Curious faces behind fast windows.
They were certainly asking the same question about that lonely man.
In the night. On the path. Very close to the cars.
Among pieces of metal, plastic and lives, someone standing still and looking down.
It was me, useless, trying to understand death.

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