I woke up in the dark, got dressed, and drove to a doctor’s appointment in San Mateo. The clinic is a mile from my former office so this drive is one I’ve done hundreds of times.
but today it felt... odd. anachronistic.
it’s not that the drive itself is bad: there are way worse places to be than 280 at dawn, inside a warm masterpiece of German engineering.
there’s hardly any traffic. no billboards from enterprise software startups shouting at each other about the superiority of their product offerings.
when I did this commute daily (because there isn’t public transit where I’m going), I treated it like moving meditation.
notice nostr:npub1wnr9lewx3j2vughqfs2qre78rad0p0n06f9cec7lc4zkj5raunlsx0w499 still asleep in the folds of the hills. admire how the sun paints the trees a golden yellow.
in isolation, it’s not a bad diversion.
but when we *had to* do it daily? each of us inside a small metal box, suffocating the very view we feel privileged to admire?
that’s barbarian.
will we ever do it again?
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