I drove up to Paris and back again today, six boring hours on the autoroute. Coming back was solid rain, is there anything more dreary than three hours of flip plopping windscreen wipers?
I tried to visualize something poetic or beautiful in the impenetrable oblivion us lemming plunged towards for endless kilometers. Nothing! The nearest image I could remember was this optical art exhibit at the Grande Palais this year, so I am putting it here to show me how uninspired I was today.