Driving across the island in the very late evening, giving Hakim & family a lift back from a birthday bash for Fafa, I was struck by just how busy the roads were at that time. Let's face it, in this part of the world, including our neighbour to the north, the roads are busy all the time. What does everyone get up to? And why don't they stop it?
Coming on the heels of a day when I felt I was trapped in my own cycle of non-stop activity, the sheer busyness of it all confirmed my deepest suspicions regarding the world we've managed to create. And those are dark suspicions indeed.
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