The Signifigance of Fogged Up Car Windows

A couple days ago, I managed to come up with this fact- every time I write someones name on a foggy car window, the relationship just.. stops. Which really threw into perspective how entirely temporary everything is during adolescence. I wonder if this phenomenon has anything to say metaphorically, or if I've just created a jinx for myself. It's almost a pull- something in me is discomforted by that blank window. If I can't see out, why not replace the image with a familiar name? My comrade, Miss Jones, mentioned that my theory has a flaw. There is always the return of the characters upon the next steam-up. For me, though, that never happens. So, I suppose it can be said, in the case of this peculiar individual, that when the writing on the window doesn't return, prepare for something strange. How funny does that sound? Hmm.

"No, this is how it works

You peer inside yourself

You take the things you like

And try to love the things you took

And then you take that love you made

And stick it into some

Someone else's heart

Pumping someone else's blood

And walking arm in arm

You hope it don't get harmed

But even if it does

You'll just do it all again"

Thank you, Ms. Spektor.