June 3, 2005
Programmed to Squiggle
Drivers in Rome are sperm swimming toward the egg: you'll be surprised if one completes his mission. They're programmed to squiggle but not programmed to think. Witnessing them swerve around and directly toward each other makes the sustenance of life as boggling as the coincidence of it.
In the back of a taxi to the M&J Hostel, it seemed like the driver, who tailgated and sped as a matter of routine, was intent on impregnating each car ahead of his. In that sense, he was unsuccessful. We did arrive at the Hostel in minutes, and even quicker was my ascent up the staircase to complete my mission.