Ambivalent
As I look at these two scenes, I feel the pull in both directions.
The gasoline pumps stand behind a chain-link fence, red and blue, charmingly weathered but no longer needed — the colors of something that was once warm and inviting, designed to make you stop, linger, spend a little time. You might have needed oil, water for the radiator, a cleaned windshield. The attendant knew things and could give you directions. You came for fuel and left having talked to someone.
The chargers are clean, efficient, and ask nothing of you except patience. No fumes, no fuss, no personality. You'll have to wash your own windshield — if you think of it.
Standing at this crossroads, I can't quite choose. The need that drives us to both places is identical and eternal — we have always needed to move and always will. Only the fuel changes.
Something is genuinely gained. Something else is quietly lost. Both things are true at once.
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