Vroom

At the intersection of North and South Lakeshore, etc, while running, I came upon a small Toyota, pretty sure it was a mighty Yaris. It was helmed, I am almost sure, by a valiant young lad, because he gunned that little engine to announce to the world that he was there as he pulled away from the stop sign that seemed perhaps to offend him. A Yaris, I tell you.

The instinct runs deep, this drive towards protruberance. Even the smallest of cars cannot efface it entirely, because it derives ultimately from a perception of one's puniness and inadequacy, such as infuses the Trump and Brexit electorate, who have felt collectively powerless and castrated for so long but feel that they have been offered their penises back in the form of these two men and their absurdities. The paradox and the terrible thing is that to bring them back into the fold of reason, we ourselves may have to let them feel somehow empowered within our world view.