The Explanation
(for those who require one)

And, of course, that is what all of this is -- all of this: the one song, ever changing, ever reincarnated, that speaks somehow from and to and for that which is ineffable within us and without us, that is both prayer and deliverance, folly and wisdom, that inspires us to dance or smile or simply to go on, senselessly, incomprehensibly, beatifically, in the face of mortality and the truth that our lives are more ill-writ, ill-rhymed and fleeting than any song, except perhaps those songs -- that song, endlesly reincarnated -- born of that truth, be it the moon and June of that truth, or the wordless blue moan, or the rotgut or the elegant poetry of it. That nameless black-hulled ship of Ulysses, that long black train, that Terraplane, that mystery train, that Rocket '88', that Buick 6 -- same journey, same miracle, same end and endlessness."
-- Nick Tosches, Where Dead Voices Gather

The Future is Now #4

George Jetson gets white walls.


justjack said...

Dangit. The future ain't what it used to be.

I don't care if it would be impossible to parallel park, I want this bad boy. I betcha the radio picks up some awesome stations!

Brent McKee said...

I'm not sure but I think I saw that car (or something very similar) at the Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn.

Silent 3 said...

>George Jetson gets white walls

Does it fold up into a suitcase ?