Our world is generally at its quietest in the early Sunday morning hours.
Lockdown quiet. We loved that part of it, didn’t we? The still, the tranquility, a gentle freedom.
I see this again in our future. The last day is coming for the petrol engine. The last day is coming for the diesel engine. The last day is coming for that ceaseless, oppressive roar, here in one of the planet’s most car-dependent nations. Can’t come soon enough.
