Sad Parking

Across my window is a parking lot. It is spacious and there is never a need for more space in it. Consequently it also has parked cars that have been parked from a long time, though a few cars are of the daily kind.

It is a sad parking lot.

It is the dead end of a road which connects the apartments in the apartment block. Most of the cars which come to this parking lot, dont come to park here. Most of the cars come here to back up, to change their direction and it is this which makes the parking lot sad. It feels sad that people use it more like a road, a piece of tar on which destinations are reached and not use it as a destination, as a resting place for the cars. It was intended that way, as a resting place as a destination. But people drive in and then turn back and leave immediately, without stopping. It feels bad, it feels used in a way it was never meant to be used. And thus also becomes lonely, sadness trusts loneliness as a friend, they usually travel together in silence for long times.

And that is the reason why the parking lot across my window is sad and lonely.
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Tag: Literature Prose

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