WAX ON, WAX OFF

after the unpleasantness at the Safeway, i stopped to fill up on gas. As i watched the price sprint upwards, i couldn't help but think about what it had taken me to earn the money that was pouring into the gas tank. one hour of work... one hour of overtime... two hours of work...

in my mind i could suddenly see all the things i've gained and lost as some horrible equation of winding and unraveling; have i been living a zero sum game all this time? how terrifying it must be to think that, no matter the circumstances, there will always be a loss that nullifies each gain, that 'wax on, wax off' is not only funny, but true in a died-in-a-car-accident-his-first-time-behind-the-wheel way.

strange days....