the lights…

I’m not quite sure what it is yet about the lights on the motorway that I find so compelling.  Maybe it’s their temporal nature, the fact that they only come out at night? Maybe it is because they are something that we all share when within this space? Maybe it is their purpose, which is to guide our journeys? Maybe it is how they weightlessly float past us when driving? Maybe it’s because they are like stars? Maybe it is because they are a rare find of beauty in a space so aesthetically grotesque?