renart | (no subject)

Very morbid bit of debris. It's a piece of someone's windshield. Yesterday morning there was a head-on collision between two cars just outside of our house. (Currently staying with my parents in the middle of rural nowhere for the holiday). Somehow, despite the terrifying explosion, I managed to sleep through the entire commotion... but I've visited the wreck site a few times with different people just to check it out. It's very, um, sobering...it's hard to tell anything even happened from a distance because so much of it has been cleaned up, but there are still solid chunks of seat stuffing, scattered bits of glass and metal...it's such a tragedy. Both people were killed. It's just so surreal to stand right on the ground where two people were involved in such a terrible accident, and to see so many things that belonged to them, I guess. Among all the wreckage there was a lone glove, some coupons, drink bottles...things that they kept in the cars or car seats or whatever. Yesterday in the ditch water, pretty shortly after it happened, there were still clouds of blood, and also on the grass, mixed in with the oil and other things. It's so tragic because I imagine both people were probably on their way to spend Thanksgiving with their families. (I think anyone who knows me also knows exactly how I feel about the wretched, white-washed holiday--it's a total sham of fabricated history between colonialist settlers and American Indians--but all the same, it's still a holiday where people come together to eat, drink, and generally spend time with loved ones, which somehow makes this even sadder.)

Just a very depressing thing to think about over leftovers, especially knowing just how many people are squabbling over meaningless material goods today. Life is terribly short and just unbearably cruel sometimes.