A car, an inanimate, lifeless object. And one day, you decided to sell it off. And you took a picture with it on the night before you will be handing the keys to the new owner.
The long journeys, road trips and memories that you had with this inanimate object. Even the accidents seems like a rather “sweet” experience.
And finally, you are leaving this object that’s you’ve shared so much time with, with a totally new stranger, who might not even be aware how much air pressure to feed the tires.
It seems so weird how much an inanimate object can trigger so much emotion in our minds.
No, it wasn’t my car, but I can really feel the emotional turbulence my friend had as we drive away from the Shell station, and his yellow-greyish Proton Wira Aeroback shrinking into obscurity in the rear view mirror.
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