/lit/ - Literature

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>evening jog, about to cross a relatively vacant suburban road
>left lane is empty, an old civic on the right lane breaks before the crosswalk
>about halfway across the street before the empty f-150 behind it swerves onto the shoulder and speeds off
>get a glimpse at the obese, self-satisfied mutt in his oversized tin coffin before he accelerates to no less than 15 above the speed limit
>backpedal from mortal danger as the guy in the sedan slams the horn to the scent of burnt rubber

lesson: industrial society is so far gone that people are willing to be a foot short of manslaughter for the tiniest illusion of autonomy