Dangerous Beans
One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
Reading progress update: I've read 43%.
I had only been on the M40 for about fifteen minutes, but already I was bored. There was absolutely nothing to see, nothing to look at, apart from the little punctuation marks that broke up the motorway itself – roadsigns, chevrons, gantries, bridges, all of which merged into one indecipherable, meaningless sequence after a while anyway.
Can't tell if lampshading or not...
