Existentialist at a Traffic Light
- Oscar Quick
- Nov 6, 2019
- 1 min read
At a traffic light.
No one in sight.
Not one soul, not one thing.
My anxiety riddled brain: “what if the government has invented invisible cars to patrol the roads in order to control the masses and stop us from j walking?”
Decided to add a bit of pseudo poetry into the mix, hope you enjoy,
Peace, Love and Cowbells,
Oscar
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