Vehicle Island

Vehicle Island While the owners of parked cars at the seaside sat in overcrowded restaurants and was served by sweat dripping waiters the cars started and drove in a neat formation into the sea. A mass suicide that lit up the sea for hours, but more cars came and they became an island and when there were no more cars left, motorbikes were used as top soil. Up from this mess grew traffic cones filling the space with stop signs and pelican crossings. A bike, a fortune for a bike, the moneyed class said and there were the street fights; “it is my bike no I saw it first” the veneer of civility broke down. When the populace stole the horses of the Gypsies undelaying social hatred broke out; it was their right to steal to defend their country and the Gypsies horseless now had to live behind tall walls this because prisoners don’t need cars.