My main concern is traffic. I'm primarily interested in traffic as a sign of one's death. The fuel of traffic is a symbol of death. The breath of traffic brings death. The movement of traffic is the blood clotting in the veins of a dead person. The clotting of traffic is like life today: it takes days to get somewhere, but there is no other way because everything is made for traffic, not for walking or traveling by bike or horse. You have to drive faster because you're stuck in traffic because everything is made for traffic. You'd probably be more likely to choose to run headfirst into a brick wall or a mountain side than anything like life today.

I take benadryl and spend all day in traffic. It frees me from the feeling of being alive. To feel death is to feel free. I prefer feeling death. I spend my hours in the clot. When the traffic moves, I am dead. When the traffic stops, I start to breath again. I am primarily concerned with traffic as the place for sleeping and being dead.

I would prefer to be alive outside of the arteries and veins. But traffic is for freedom and being dead.