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So...I got hit by a car yesterday
yeah. on a pedestrian crossing. some scary shit. But I'm here and fine.
Was crossing a busy one-way, two-lane road in the city, on the zebra crossing. Looked to see no cars were coming. Made it across the first lane. See a car coming on the right lane, still a good 7 metres away and moving slowly...looked at the driver to see if I'd been seen...decided he MUST have done...next thing I know the car is still coming, I put my hand out to try and move out of it's way, get hit and thrown a few metres and land on my back to the left of the car. Started screaming...
I was totally incredulous. How the FUCK did this guy not see me? What a bloody idiot! The worst moment was when I put my hand out and realised this car was not going to stop...all I could think then was "oh shit I could be well fucked now". I was sooooo lucky. So so so so lucky. All I have to show for it is a couple of bruises and scratches...and a sore backside.
So yeah. I got hit by a car. Still kinda in shock. I could be dead or in hospital now. Shit, makes me really think. We really are so vulnerable and one second is all it takes...people are so fucking careless.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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