as a young boy i was obsessed with traffic jams
so much so that 'traffic jam' was my first word
my first, very basic, conversation was in a traffic jam
dad 'i love you'
me 'i love me too'
the thrill i would get, sitting in a hot stationary car, surrounded by other cars
i am not one of those people obsessed with cars and never have been.
something about the line of them, not moving, i used to imagine them in a circle
as though London consisted of one long road, when one stopped, they all stopped.