Mental Tooth-picking

A short something

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The cold wind blows in through the open car window, refreshingly cold on the face. Feeling alive. The early morning sun falls straight on the face as the car climbs yet another flyover ramp.

Staring down the sun, a fleeting thought catches the fancy of the mind.

It does not feel right — this idea where you live for the blink of an eye and stay dead for the rest of eternity. I want to believe that consciousness continues in some form. Reincarnation, resurrection… something?

I hope I do.

I fear I wont.

But deeper down, I know.

I will.

A bright green bus careens past on the other side. A face at one of the bus windows, catches my attention as it whizzes by, derailing the train of thought; leaving just this one fragment stuck in my head, that my mind keeps revisiting — like a bit of food stuck between the teeth that the tongue keeps finding.

So jotting it down here and hoping this will lay it to rest: a bit of mental tooth-picking if you will.