The question is, are things different now, or were they ever thus? The change mostly being the feedback one gets from strangers these days. The minor road-rages she witnessed on her cycle to town made her think about how different she felt when even the slightest bit distanced from the real world. On winter’s mornings she would observe drivers, through rain-spotted wound up windows, watching as they shouted obscenities from behind their controls. The recipients of this ‘wanker!’ or that ‘cunt!’ where for the most part, it seemed, totally oblivious. She knew these expletives did more than shape mouths – they were actual emitted sounds, but the door seals and road noise meant that nothing would be heard outside of their cocoons, not even by her, right alongside, waiting for the lights to change. She’d always let them pull off first; for safety’s sake.