Nowhere to go, a forced patience at the mercy of algorithmic street lights.
No right on red, Big Brother proclaims.
When we’re stuck at the corner, there isn’t more to do than look at the variations of our surroundings.
The city never stops. Why should its people, albeit looking blankly inscrutable?
“Diplomacy is the art of telling people to go to hell in such a way that they ask for directions.”
Write your way to the life you want.
Since you are here… 🙏
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