Traffic

Traffic

Jam

Jam

    

 

 

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 'frank?'

me  'yeh'

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.

 
'no one nose why we stopped' Traffic Jam

'no one nose why we stopped' Traffic Jam