Infinite moments are rare and few in between, but they are not entirely extinct in my life. If I were a stranger looking at my own life film, I’d say that these moments are the most precious ones, the moments when we find ourselves completely ostracized from the world, indulged in our very own lush imagination, however simple it may be.
I find myself feeling infinite lying on the tilted car seat, listening to oldies churning from the radio (which my dad insists to listen instead of hitz.fm nowadays) and observing the trees pass by through the windscreen. Did you know that if you were in my exact same position, the lower region of our vision turns a copper brown colour?
I have always wondered what ‘feeling infinite’ is like, especially after having read it off Perks. Now I guess I know what it feels like. I choose not to share it with you here; I just want to keep it as a secret, as one of my private escapades. :3
That’s all for tonight and a very good day to you.