Jerry Behr Number 2 (3/2/1951 / Netherlands)
Shimmering Heat Wave
It is a hot day with a hot north-easterly
wind blowing along the highway. The
sun bounces off cars windscreens
giving a look as if the cars have their
headlights on. Hundreds and hundreds of
cars during daylight having their high beams
on with their shiny lights. The sun's reflecting
light bouncing off bubble cars through
shimmering heatwaves virtually blinding the
driver. In hell's kitchen thousands of lights
dance the shimmering heat waves.
There is no mercy given to the driver in
the heat haze and the bouncing suns.
Everything twists in the shimmering
heatwaves where reality bends the mind
and distorts thoughts.©
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