like a pig, in a cage, on antibiotics...

On my lunch hour I went to collect my poor old (repaired) Volvo from the garage. i have to drive through a horrible industrial area to get there. It's dark, grey, wet and very windy out today... which doesn't bother me in the slightest, but as I drove over this bridge the huge suspenion cables felt like prison bars and the pylons like giant mechanical guards watching over me, which does bother me. I feel trapped, a prisoner in the industrial wastelands.

It's scenes like these that make me happy that I stay living up in the hills, surrouned by feilds, trees, rocks and wildlife... where I feel very free.