24 March 2011


Waking up late a few days ago, I took an Addison Lee to work. The driver somehow decided to take the local roads instead of the zippy A40. The scenic route was taking too long, we were stuck behind a whole herd of police horses on their morning stroll, and I was running late.

Normally I would have expressed some displeasure, but I didn't because it was such a treat to be chauffeured around on a sunny morning, seeing new neighbourhoods with half-sleepy eyes. And then, there was a point when a cyclist squeezed between our cab and the horses in order to overtake us.

In that singular moment, transportation across time converged.

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