A Wild Theory About Road Rage
I think the whole problem is, cars don’t have faces. Horns sound the same when you’re happy as when you’re mad. There’s no communication happening from car to car, so we imagine communication.
I think the whole problem is, cars don’t have faces. Horns sound the same when you’re happy as when you’re mad. There’s no communication happening from car to car, so we imagine communication.
There was no thunder, no glowing doorway, no mysterious wind blowing through the apartment, and no choir of angels politely alerting me that physics had submitted its resignation.
The deck simply felt heavier.