If time is a vessel, then learning to love
Might be my way back to sea
~Interpol


I sure wish I had the nerve to go to that concert. Interpol is playing in Orlando, but the problem is none of my friends likes Interpol. I would go by myself, but the 2 hour drive late at night and alone doesn’t sound like much fun. I’m going to shake the friend tree again and see what falls out.

So today as I am driving to work I noticed that optical illusion on some phone lines along the road were it looks like a little wave went across the line. When I was a kid, I always thought that was someone talking on the line. A person says something in Miami and it travels the long line to Ohio as a wave. Of course now I know if a message traveled at that speed it would take weeks to get through a couple of pleasant “hellos.” Honestly though, I’m not entirely sure I don’t believe that what I can rationalize as an optical illusion is not actually some little girl's “I love you” to her Grandma on the other side of the country. The laws of physics say otherwise, but I’d sleep better at night believing our sentiments travel in waves along the roadway.