And this is how our city runs, twice a day, most weekdays. As someone who doesn\’t commute during rush hour (anymore) I often look at scenes like this and wonder, amazed, how it is that we can still turn like clocks without one of our gears losing a tooth irreparably.

I guess road rage is just a short blip in the circulation. New blood immediately washes it away, pumps it on, and the city breathes its stinky air again, like nothing ever happened.