Virtual Telescope

I saw him from the side at the end of a long, telescoped tunnel. GPS probably could not pinpoint the location as there was too much gray matter in the way. His posture reminded me of Rodin's "The Thinker" but he lacked the musculature and the quiet confidence of that sculpture. He seemed defeated but how would I know that with there being so much gray matter in the way. It just seemed that way. Was that a screen behind him and this was a projection from somewhere else? He was in shadow? What wasn't in doubt was that I knew who he was. As I walked across the parking lot yesterday afternoon , I remember thinking about how I was forever changed by what grew inside of me. I was never going to be free of it. I would never walk across that parking lot completely free ever again. Then, I remembered another time by that parking lot. He told me to "Come Here". I ignored him and I walked home alone even though it was 2 am on a hot, summer night. That either made it more safe or more careless. I felt stupidly safe. The fact that it was night and, maybe, unsavory characters couldn't see me as well or the fact that I was older and what type of rapist would be interested in a drunk grandmother were both irrelevant. The telescoping lens is handy.