Stuck in traffic, waiting for the light to change behind the second (count ’em: second) slow motherfucker I’ve gotten stuck behind on my commute to work today, my eyes catch a parked U-Haul truck a short distance ahead of me and to the left. And on the side of the truck I see one of Their faces.
This happens often. I’m not sure if its because I’m of that artistic mindset that tends to make an everlasting Rorschach test out of the external world as a whole or because I’m simply bat-shit insane, but this happens all the time.
I think I see the face of a Gray alien on someone’s t-shirt and it turns out to be the Punisher logo. I see a Gray alien face in the reflections in the chrome pipes above the urinal every day at work — and I drink java, so I’m there quite often. I see their faces and figures in spills, stains, and shadows, day and night. I meditate in the morning, I see their faces, their eyes, staring back at me too, too close behind my eyes as I strive to maintain focus on the breath.
This time, though, it’s a bit extreme. I can’t un-see it. I keep calling myself crazy, that its not really there, that it makes no sense to be there, but this doesn’t help at all.
Once traffic starts moving, I’m actually thankful for the slow-ass in front of me, and I try to be careful as I go forward so I don’t get too distracted when I take a closer look.
And I look. Closely.
And it is, it actually is a Gray alien displayed on the side of the truck after all. It would appear that I’m no more insane than usual today. Which is nice and all, but why have an alien displayed on the side of a U-Haul? What is the meaning of this?
Better to move your own shit than have aliens abduct them? Return the vehicle in the allotted time or you’ll be caught, probed, prodded, and released?
Desire to move off-planet? Enjoy our new trucks, complete with warp-drive.
Chronicles of a Madman. 