

“Even the traffic scattered through these streets: the taxis and the cleaners, the shift-workers and the delivery drivers, even they are held still in this moment, trapped by traffic lights which synchronise red as the system cycles from old day to new, hundreds of feet resting on accelerators, hundreds of pairs of eyes hanging on the lights, all waiting for the amber, all waiting for the green. The whole city has stopped.
And this is a pause worth savouring, because the world will soon be complicated again.”
-Jon McGregor, If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things