He could not endure what he found himself going through, and he could not get away.
Pierre Vivant’s Traffic Light Tree, Westferry Roundabout, Canary Wharf, Tower Hamets, E14
It seemed to him as if he sat behind the tiller of his custom-made unique quibble, facing a red light, green light, amber light all at once; no rational response was possible.
Pierre Vivant’s Traffic Light Tree, Westferry Roundabout, Canary Wharf, Tower Hamets, E14
From Philip K Dick’s Flow My Tears, The Policeman Said (1974)
