It's still weird and novel to me to
have a car, specifically associated with me, for my own personal transport needs. I find it especially striking that the car is like an indicator, an anchor of my physical location; to a first-order approximation, it says, "Lila is nearby."
"... and easily findable."
I find myself taking these photos to document the bizarre idea that keeps repeating in my mind: "I know what that is, that's my car. That's
my car. That's my
car."
This post's theme word is chatoyant (adj), "having a changeable luster like that of a cat's eye at night", or (n), "a chatoyant gemstone, such as a cat's eye."
My car is not chatoyant, but it is nevertheless easily distinguished from other vehicles and the surrounding environment.
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