Ants. Roundabouts.

I watch the ants at the end of our driveway. It's like watching a screensaver; endless movement, rolling patterns, ever changing and yet somehow always the same. Humans must look similar, from above - lots of seemingly pointless scurrying around. I wonder if the ants talk with each other more than we do? Or are they all blindly following rules communicated down from a higher power, heads down, don't make eye contact, lock your car when you approach red traffic lights, keep your thoughts to yourself and for fuck's sake HURRY UP! Yes, I was sitting at a roundabout, waiting my turn and cursing the thimble-minded slurry-for-brains person supposedly in charge of the yellow Fiat ahead of me. It was then I noticed the movements of the cars; the stop, start, keep on going, round and round, everyone channelled motion that was so ant-like. And as I sat cursing, a cyclist headed the wrong way on the pavement; an ant that's smelled food in a different direction. Hope it wasn't a trap.