I am working on some very smart things to say here. Really. Meanwhile, there's 
The latest essay is out at TheScian.com. As I've done for the past few essays, this too has been subjected to yours truly's vocal excess. Thanks to Sunil for reading a very early draft and saving me from some glaring mistakes.
Our queue was frozen in time. We seemed to have entered an amnesiac queue that had forgotten its frail human constituents who needed to pee regularly. Cold was diffusing rapidly through my skull suffocating the brain. Ramya needed to revive her brain too; she had been rapturously staring at a road marking for the past five minutes. We were letting entropy win. We were disgracing Life by letting our reptilian brains retreat into a primitive, uncivilized state of stupor.
