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Transportation
Finding the crush on the trains intolerable, I've started taking the bus to work. It's a very different experience because the bus is more open, and the route is straight down an expressway rather than stopping multiple times along a train track.
It does wonders for the writing kind, having such a long length of uninterrupted time. On the more morbid front, there are the traffic accidents.
This morning's accident seemed simple enough. A car had spun out, causing the car behind it to crash into it. A little more surprising was another 4 cars a short distance away that also tail-ended into the first car in the row. A guess at what happened suggested that the driver had seen the two cars in front of him crash, and braked causing the other cars to knock into him.
But the full story was only revealed when we passed some more trees and saw there had been a motorcycle flung completely off the road to land between the trees.
The bus as one let out a gasp, though whether it was of horror or sympathy I couldn't tell. That was mostly due to my writing brain going, "This would be a fun detail to include in the story."
My creative mind, ladies and gentlemen. That might explain why I'm having Inception type dreams with layers again, though the layer just before waking has now seemed to gain something that tried to strangle me. We'll see if the situation improves tonight.
It does wonders for the writing kind, having such a long length of uninterrupted time. On the more morbid front, there are the traffic accidents.
This morning's accident seemed simple enough. A car had spun out, causing the car behind it to crash into it. A little more surprising was another 4 cars a short distance away that also tail-ended into the first car in the row. A guess at what happened suggested that the driver had seen the two cars in front of him crash, and braked causing the other cars to knock into him.
But the full story was only revealed when we passed some more trees and saw there had been a motorcycle flung completely off the road to land between the trees.
The bus as one let out a gasp, though whether it was of horror or sympathy I couldn't tell. That was mostly due to my writing brain going, "This would be a fun detail to include in the story."
My creative mind, ladies and gentlemen. That might explain why I'm having Inception type dreams with layers again, though the layer just before waking has now seemed to gain something that tried to strangle me. We'll see if the situation improves tonight.