Traffic

I see them sailing through the red lights, these drivers rushing to somewhere important, apparently. And I wonder who they would have been had they lived a hundred years ago, before our age of time dilation, before the great speed up, before the horseless carriage and the two-ton Platinum Edition SUV. Was there a time when people held still?

In another sense, from my POV, they're all stuck in an eternal present, these passing drivers in their Sentras and Quattros, always facing forward, facing the future, a fate that never arrives, yearning and the end of yearning -- aren't they all just sitting still?