aesthetics, epistemology, ethics, logic, and metaphysics. (philosophy)

In italics means I wrote those words today. Otherwise I'm copying it from what I wrote in this originally.
Written on Tuesday, July 11th.
Six hour car ride to Pennslyvania.
Six strangers.
One is reading July, July. (about memory, hope, love, war)
Another in the front seat is falling asleep.
Two behind me are talking but I don't understand a word they're saying.
I guess you could say I'm falling apart to landscape views from the freeway.

I always find myself looking at the people in the cars passing by me. And a lot of those times I find myself thinking way too much or not enough. (Those two are always backwards.) I look through the glass and feel placed into their lives. Even if its for only a few seconds. I think. Are they married? Do they love live? Where are they going? Are they going somewhere, or leaving somewhere? Are they running away? Are they happy or sad? Are they talking into a cell phone or singing along to the radio? Are they thinking about someone they love? Do they miss someone? Are they hungry? Are they grieving a loss? Are they hopeless or senseless? Sometimes they'll look back. Should I smile? Or look away? Will a smile make their day? Or remind them of how unhappy they are? Do they ask their own questions? The answers to these questions wouldn't change a thing. The questions themselves are powerful enough to do the job. A conversation does not even exist but I've decided that it could change the(ir) world.

OAR comes through the speakers
Marc Roberge sings about home.
The driver sings along.
I wonder. Does she get it?
I write down "Home to me is reality and all I need is something real."
And only because I can't write anything without putting the word "You" into it: I'd say something like that to you, and you know its a lie...but it makes us both feel okay.