Collisions
-There are so many collisions around this period of my life
+There are so many collisions throughout a lifetime. Even through a day, we may bump into this or that, may clip a wall by taking a corner too tight, or bump hips with a partner, or even just smash ideas together to see what new thoughts come of them.
+Or perhaps it’s the way a car, lowered to close to the ground in order to show off at some car show, scrapes over each and every speed bump as it goes. Perhaps your truck floats gently along a slick of ice and bumps against the truck beside you on an icy February night’s drive. Perhaps it’s the collision of ideas, where your future husband thinks you’re dating your friend, who thinks you’re dating your future husband, and you think your friend is dating someone else. A collision of knowledge that leads to a tangled skein of relationships that never actually existed in the first place.
+And, of course, a collision may be a simple knock against a friendship that sends the entire thing toppling over. You watch as, almost in slow motion, it totters on its base and then goes crashing down, shattering into thousands of pieces that go skittering across the floor — they never shatter on carpet, right? It’s bound to be on some marble or tile. The noise is fantastic. The mess is stupendous.