i interpret this as a child dying.... ive always thot that mb the counting blue cars and skipping cracks part is just supposed to represent the simplicity of being a kid...... and that dying is way too complex of a thing for kids because kids should be concerned aout little things, like avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk and in little games., like counting how many blue cars are on the road.
i also believe that the reason for referring to himself as a child says that death is too complex for even him to understand.
but the part that throws me off is the "cross eyed people." u no how when ur cross eyed u see two of everything? i think that mb there isnt really a kid, just a simpler, childish side to him that just doesnt understand death or god... all the big questions that everyone gives up wondering about when they get older. theyve got "more important things."
@goodgollymissmolly I think you're pretty close... the way I interpreted the story (or at least what formed in my head) was of a child (or children) who became victims of violence and was thus asking God for why "we are who we are" as his/her spirit continue to linger and walk the street while counting all the 'blue police cars' lined up as they wait for God to receive them in heaven... thus, the reference to the "it's getting cold" our "clothes are stained" and "i'm on my way to meet Her" and as they pass the many people...
@goodgollymissmolly I think you're pretty close... the way I interpreted the story (or at least what formed in my head) was of a child (or children) who became victims of violence and was thus asking God for why "we are who we are" as his/her spirit continue to linger and walk the street while counting all the 'blue police cars' lined up as they wait for God to receive them in heaven... thus, the reference to the "it's getting cold" our "clothes are stained" and "i'm on my way to meet Her" and as they pass the many people (bystanders I'm guessing) who are also asking God about the senseless violence and why it happened... just my two cents!
i interpret this as a child dying.... ive always thot that mb the counting blue cars and skipping cracks part is just supposed to represent the simplicity of being a kid...... and that dying is way too complex of a thing for kids because kids should be concerned aout little things, like avoiding the cracks in the sidewalk and in little games., like counting how many blue cars are on the road.
i also believe that the reason for referring to himself as a child says that death is too complex for even him to understand.
but the part that throws me off is the "cross eyed people." u no how when ur cross eyed u see two of everything? i think that mb there isnt really a kid, just a simpler, childish side to him that just doesnt understand death or god... all the big questions that everyone gives up wondering about when they get older. theyve got "more important things."
any thoughts?
@goodgollymissmolly I think you're pretty close... the way I interpreted the story (or at least what formed in my head) was of a child (or children) who became victims of violence and was thus asking God for why "we are who we are" as his/her spirit continue to linger and walk the street while counting all the 'blue police cars' lined up as they wait for God to receive them in heaven... thus, the reference to the "it's getting cold" our "clothes are stained" and "i'm on my way to meet Her" and as they pass the many people...
@goodgollymissmolly I think you're pretty close... the way I interpreted the story (or at least what formed in my head) was of a child (or children) who became victims of violence and was thus asking God for why "we are who we are" as his/her spirit continue to linger and walk the street while counting all the 'blue police cars' lined up as they wait for God to receive them in heaven... thus, the reference to the "it's getting cold" our "clothes are stained" and "i'm on my way to meet Her" and as they pass the many people (bystanders I'm guessing) who are also asking God about the senseless violence and why it happened... just my two cents!