Ourobouros

The marvelous thing, the really marvelous thing, was that it worked. At a cost, of course, but everything has a cost. Progress marches, can’t make an omelet, etc.

The situation would normally be untenable, of course. What human innovation could fathom such a degree of interconnectedness? How could anything survive looped in on itself in that fashion? The trains were first. Then the roads, the glorious American highways. A few sacrifices were made. This is the nature of such things.

To encircle the globe, to knit everything together, who else but him, his shimmering asphalt scales glinting new and shimmering?