It started with the little one-way alleys. They crept away in the night, and no one noticed but rats. Then the residential streets disappeared, leaving everyone trapped with their loving families. After that nightmare, the big multilane roads faded, and at last the vast and gleaming highways fled. There’s only one place now, all of us crushed together, cheek to jowl, skyscrapers and ranch homes and hospitals, factories and farms. We can’t travel, but we pass things along.
I wonder sometimes what it’s like wherever they ended up, where it’s all roads and no destinations, and the traffic never stops…
The Shoveller Of Widdecombe Ditch (Trad.)
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