Red Means Nothing

The traffic light at my intersection broke this morning. And instead of anyone thinking, hm, the light is out, maybe proceed with caution, everyone—drivers, cyclists, one old woman on crutches—thought: shit, move fast before it comes back on. Instant beautiful chaos. Completely rational if you’re an animal, which it turns out we all are at seven in the morning. I thought the same thing. I was in a hurry.