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Many things happened today.

Straight sprints of highways, motorways, freeways, ever-throbbing with the sound of transit. Too fast to see the shredded tire, the lonely hubcap, a highway flower growing from the asphalt; too slow to make it for lunch, before the shops close, to keep an appointment.

Coffee, wood, television. We sat and drank the best coffee in the world with our eyes glued to the screen. Was it so hard to look down, to enjoy the lingering delight of consumption rather than the quickly-forgotten splash of taste?

Music, memories, realisation. The music is always beautiful. Memories, idyll vignettes spinning in the quiet of years removed. Don’t try and remember, they’re the good china, the one your parents gave you. If they break, what will you do then?