A very pleasant and sunny day at Knockhill racing circuit. Something that doesn't happen very often. I'm sitting on a grassy knoll taking aim. Everything is spread out before me. Noise, colours, dust and fumes. Petrolheads gather as the end of the world approaches and we all understand that there's nothing we can do about it. Even thinking about it is a kind of heresy. We're in the dumb zone. It's as if we all want to believe everything will stay the same when it clearly wont and so here we are. Conflicted but static.
Humans are not a sensible or a responsible creation. We (here in the old west) deserve whatever it is that's coming. This is unfortunate for the very many who don't deserve it. There are important beliefs and ideals many of us hold but we regularly take time out from them, just to do other things, for fun, things we like, travel and recreation, regardless of the consequences. We've had it easy up until now ...
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