274 of 15,400: Traffic as an ice-cream flavor

It is soothing to be in traffic sometimes. There's a sweet communion of people one will never meet. Or will keep meeting if they travel the same way everyday. When people commute in a city, they build a cocoon so efficiently - their books, their music, their calls, their social media,  their videos, the shut-eye, the chanting, the humming, the knitting, etc. In that teensy flimsy cocoons, something is getting built. This something will emerge when the traffic has been crossed and the destination has been reached.

Traffic can really feel like a sorbet in between a rushed morning and a crazed rest of the day.