As a kid, whenever I was in a moving vehicle, I enjoyed staring out the window. I often imagined a thing...it could be anything, a dog, an animated person, a ball...I imagined the thing running fast, following me outside of my window. Like a video game, it had to achieve the mission of always following my speed. Sometimes it stumbled and fell, and was left out of my sight, but soon it would always catch up to the position where it was running alongside my window.
The scene outside the window was everlastingly changing. It was easy to be drifted away by objects along the changing scenes, objects that only appeared so shortly, which I wasn’t allowed to linger on. To have a focus point, I'd stare at the lines—the wires, the train rails, the fence lines and the painted traffic lines on the ground...even though the lines were in fact always changing as well, but at least they were visually continuous and it was easy to find a focus point. I often imagined the thing running and jumping on top of the moving lines, trying its best to complete the missions, with the kind help from the guidelines.