Fleeting impressions cascade through the din of defroster fans blasting on board the bus this morning of those set against the imminent arrival of winter. I sometimes think back at times like this on Ursula Le Guin’s story Planet of Exile where the period of revolution of that said world fell into a timeframe of about sixty years, and then attempt to postulate how in fact would we be different here for that one simple change in astronomical constant.
Would these “fleeting impressions” become more pronounced?
As a world culture would we be a bit more rigid in our approach to survival, which I think in essence everything else follows after?
Nevertheless, the categories of riders remain as diverse and ridiculous as ever, one would think that a temperature of one to two Centigrade would demand a certain level of respect, but then not so much as to require an Arctic region’s parka. –But no of course, there exists the gambit of extremes ranging from exercise shorts and a track suit jacket to that of a full-on puffed-out down coat that could withstand the harshest conditions that the cold miser could bring, replete with thickened fur linings along the hems of their perpetually raised cowls; yes, even on the heated bus.
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You're obviously on a bus of Scrooges.
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