When I'm not chauffering I like riding a bike and walking. While I was out getting milk last night it occurred to me that my journeys have sometimes been geographicals motivated by some need. I often
wonder if I take the roads or do the roads take me? All roads are possible but sometimes they are inevitable. Maybe the roads choose us and we aren't really paying attention. That's the way things go we say, twists and turns, karma, good or bad luck. Roads are stage sets waiting for action to begin. Lights, camera, action. Two women had an argument about a car near my house. One jumped on the hood, the other drove the car, and the woman on the hood fell off and died. Nobody heard it. It all happened under bright street lights.