Outside I can hear the sound of fellow primates hurtling along a concrete and tarmac surface in combustion-powered metal boxes on wheels. The surface they travel on is supported about twenty five feet above the ground, running about fifty yards from the pane of glass through which I can see it. It is supported on concrete pillars over other such surfaces which run orthogonally at ground level, but these roads are not so busy. The pitted roar of the traffic is punctured now and then by the rising and falling wail of a police vehicle, out to punish some offender of society's rules.
Added @ 01:04 PM to Diary category on June 06, 2000