Been thinking about dark roads but also the lights generated at night. Some so far away that they could be anything. I love to watch them.
I enjoy the uneasyness that comes when traveling at night and you come close to the lights of cities and how they move away. It is the uncertainty that frightens me and makes me want to keep watching them.
Humans and lights have a vast history that revolve around fantastical stories and irrationalities that people believe still in this century.
I remember stories of witches turning into lights.
I remember during christmas people walking in the streets with candles at posadas. I remember
the black and white movie of Macario where the light of the candle signified life. I remember the believes of Dia de los Muertos where the light of the candles would guide them to their home
to the food they loved to eat
to their homes
to their loved ones
to their memories
to their previous life.
I remember how one day our neighbor called us thinking they saw a UFO and we got in our car to go and see it. Crazy but true. Up close it happen to be a GoodYear Air Ballon.
Lights can be anything. I believe they are man made often. I believe everything people have said about them and what people will still have to say.
