I’d like to get a bit metaphorical here for a moment, while I indulge my need to expunge… in other words, bare with me while I ramble in futility.

For two years I lived in a city called Launceston, and while, on the whole, I guess you could safely claim I enjoyed my time there, there was something about the city itself which I never enjoyed. Something innate to the very design of the place that never failed to frustrate me…

This x-factor of annoyance was the fact that the city was full of one way streets. If you’re the poor miserable turd forced to actually drive those streets, it means to actually get anywhere, to indeed make any progress at all, one was required to drive far further than would otherwise be required, waste more time than is necessary and travel in inefficient sickening circles around in near futility on streets.

It’s like a punishment applied to a person who did nothing to deserve it, forcing them to either accept the fact that these streets selfishly only allow conveyance in a direction completely and wholly dictated by someone else, or to bloody well fuck off.

I only wanted to get from point A to point B but someone out there has systematically made that as frustrating as possible… for what purpose? for what agenda? do they simply not want you to drive at all? Or do they want you to just work for it, earn it? and what does that prove, the fact I’m on my vehicle with the journey and destination in mind is perhaps too simple? Maybe they just need you to take longer to get there? And if you DO attempt the harder option, of running those circles, wrestling with those one way streets what makes that any more valid than walking, where those one way rules don’t apply?

And yes, bored and likely confused reader, my metaphor has clearly suffered a catastrophically horrifying crash wherein the airbag deployed, snapped your neck and the parking brake is now lodged in the wet and squishy space between your liver and your spleen.

Sorry. Now shut up, ONLY I MAY COMMUNICATE AT WILL AND FREELY!