Adrian sat in the rush-hour traffic for what seemed like an eternity. These were the slowest traffic lights and they only let 3 cars pass per green. Then back to the long red wait. Motionless in his little wheeled box, he stared into the middle distance of dusk and wondered what it was all about. Gradually his eyes drifted downwards, scanning with disinterest the vehicle in front of him, settling eventually on its bumper sticker which asked helpfully, “Eternity: smoking or non-smoking?”
