I stood motionless for what seemed like an eternity. My brain incapable of decoding the message my eyes were trying to transmit. My mouth unable to verbalise my bewilderment. Was I losing it?
It didn’t seem possible. Had I switched to a parallel reality were I did not own a car? Was it a glitch in the matrix? Or was it possible that my car had been stolen in the span of two hours from the fourth floor of a private parking lot?!
My daughter’s distress did not help, her bag with her ipad etc was in the car. The truth is I was more upset to see my daughter crying than I was about my missing car.
Taxi. Police station. Two hours of filling in forms. Back home in disbelief.
There’s something very unsettling about having something taken away from you. It’s not just the material value, it’s the feeling of being violated, defiled in some sense.
You will own nothing. The Great Taking. Lack of mobility. 15 minute cities…
I’ve written before how my life at the moment seems to somewhat reflect the turmoil that the world is experiencing and suddenly having no form of independent transport feels extremely dystopian! 🤦🏻♀️
But I won’t be defeated. Just like we won’t accept anything but victory this time, I will continue on my path regardless of obstacles.
God is with us and this time we win.
🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻
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