Saturday, February 16, 2013

Like a Poem



"In one video, the car comes to a stop at a red light. The turn signal starts its distinctive clacking. The oncoming cars still have their headlights on, and tram lines crisscross the darkened sky. A white, blazing fireball shimmers in the sky, glowing like a Disney shooting star—like something that would precede the materialization of a fairy godmother. As it races toward the horizon, the driver launches into an unhurried stream of Russian profanity, starting with 'What the fuck is that?' and getting gradually more colorful. The light changes and, with a few parting profanities, he turns right. The whole scene takes forty-nine seconds. It’s like reading a poem."
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