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Houston, we have traffic
Why does highway traffic flow up to the exit, right past the exit, and then, suddenly, come to a near halt? Only, 100 meters later, to speed up again? It’s like everyone suddenly realizes they passed an exit and they all feel the need to slam on the brakes: “Oh my god! An exit! Did everyone get off ok? All the new cars on? Everyone in their lanes? Yes? Phew. Let’s go then!” And off the zoom.
Seriously. I could understand if people were slowing down before or right at the exit, but 100 meters after? I don’t get it.
Not much going on for me; I just ended up in rush hour traffic today and came away baffled. And amused. Mostly baffled, though.
Horses in Literature
Fellow Creatures
I pat the horses’ heads as I walk by.
They’re gentle beasts, and friendly; they don’t mind.
The gesture heartens me. I don’t know why.
At first, they did not trust me; they were shy,
suspicious. Maybe I don’t seem the kind
to pat a horse’s head as I go by,
And maybe I am not. I can’t deny
that might not seem a move I’d be inclined
to make toward great dumb brutes, and I know why:
They’re alien; they’re stubborn; they defy
their handlers. They’re not safe to walk behind.
I pat the
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