"When everything else has gone from my brain ... what will be left, I believe, is topology: the dreaming memory of land as it lay this way and that." Annie Dillard
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Thursday, August 18, 2011
The Fleet
Because it is summer and because we have almost five drivers (our youngest will soon have her license), there are a fleet of cars outside our house.
Ah, driving! It's what I do when I'm not walking. It's what I used to do far more often than I do it now, when the children were younger, when my days were dictated by carpools. But it's what I still do far too much. It is the flip-side of walking in the suburbs — driving in the suburbs.
What kind of mind is engendered by driving? It is not the calm mind that I described yesterday, a mind on a walk, a mind attuned to its environment, a mind living in the moment.
The driving mind must live in the future, must think several steps ahead. Perhaps that's why (and I’m making a leap here), the suburbs have a reputation as lacking in ambiance. Because they are creatures of the automobile, they must live forever in the future. They have no time to be present.
photo: Planetforward