This is crazy. I'm listening to Pump by Aerosmith.
Let's imagine then, a big roundabout.
I'm going to take my car and just keep driving around the roundabout. Onwards and onwards. Not stopping.
Perfect. It means I don't have to go anywhere today. Just round and round and round the roundabout.
Reaching Song 4 now of the Aerosmith album.
Round and round. It's a big roundabout so I won't get dizzy.
Then, all of a sudden, I need to stop.
“Who put that traffic light there?”
But, there it is. It doesn't matter. It won't stay red forever.
A chance to reflect. A chance to consider; shall I stay on the roundabout or shall I venture somewhere else?
The light turns green. Round and round and round I go again.
I know where I'm going and I know where I'm not going.
Eventually, though, I'm going to need to stop for food.
But for now, round and round and round I go. Song 5 now. “The Other Side.” There's no other side to this roundabout; or any other roundabout.
Another red light. This time, I can see there's a path in the diameter of the roundabout. Some benches.
A place to stop for food, maybe.
“Shall I stop for food?” I ask myself, out loud. By the way, this does not constitute talking to myself. I'm not mad.
I say it again.
“Shall I stop for food?”
The music stops; and my phone goes into some weird AI mode.
“Yes, stop for food, but, more importantly; please get off this fucking roundabout.”
Image is my own, Hayling Island, Billy Trail