Exiting the world of F. Scott Fitzgerald

I drove to Galveston this weekend. During my walk around the area, I couldn't help but relate the streets to the cover of The Great Gatsby. No building rose higher than three stories, everything was ancient, and painted in a solid color. Bright lights made fuzzy glows of light through the hazyness on the roads, for it had been raining earlier. Old billboards towered above everything else and I pictured two big, faded eyes glaring down at me through circular glasses. The green light signaling go over a far away intersection reminded me of the view Gatsby had of Daisy's home in East Egg. This was my farewell to finishing such an exquisite novel, with such beautiful imagery and deep symbolism.