Met Generation Rent in the multi-story carpark yesterday.
They’d parked themselves where the electric cars go, in a circle defending their charging electronics. Their final protection a clothes-line of paid parking-tickets. Unbreachable for just three hours.
I drove by, fuelled by diesel and guilt, and made their sad bunting flutter.
Virginia Marybury loves history (especially hidden, revisionist, steampunk or other alternatives), but is no alt-truther.