Location Taken: somewhere in Eastern Washington
Time Taken: October 2012
I have passed by so many small towns during my years driving around this continent. I rarely give them more than a glimmer of a thought, but every so often, I start wondering.
What is it like to live in these areas so different from my own?
Where do they work, shop, go to school, find enjoyment in life, and how do they go about it?
These little towns, whose names I quickly forget if I ever learned them at all, they are full of people living their lives in their own fashion. Each person’s viewpoint is just as important as mine, and yet, I just drive past them.
I doubt they know about the town I live in, or know how the patterns of life play out here. It may be quite different, or perhaps rather similar.
I do not know.
And I cannot know every pattern of life we humans live, for there are more people on this planet than seconds I have lived, or likely ever will live.
Seriously, I did the math. It would take 221 years to meet every single person on this planet at the rate of one person a second. I’m not joking in the least.
