Ferris wheel
2009 July 7
The ferris wheel means a lot to me.
Because even as I stand away from it, it continues to spin.
Continuously.
The neon lights catch the light of the setting sun and glow.
Doubly.
Because whether I’m in it or outsided it, I feel insignificant.
First dwarfed by the wheel – outside
Then dwarfed by the world – inside.
