I was on a chair. The phone taking the picture was in the ceiling, looking back down on me.

I get strange thoughts about convergence y'know, not just those I wrote about in the Atomic Origins story.

Listening to the radio, in a car, for example. Knowing that someone in the car next to you might be on the same station, singing along to the same song.

Wondering how many other people have sat in their car, at the front of the lights, at the intersection of Main North and Grand Junction Road. At any of the entrances to that intersection.

How we've so often been at the front of that queue, waiting for the light to change, but... don't know the count. I wish I did.