I was forced out of my nap, pulled through mushy delirium caused by withering pain to consciousness by a loud sputtering engine. There was a car, and it was heading straight for me, out of the roundabout, tyres screeching and rear smoking. I braced myself for the grinding pain that followed as the car passed on top of me. small chunks of loose cement was torn out of me, splashing on another part of me, where it rested on a pile helpfully labelled as “Spare Gravel! Buy a metric ton get another one free!” It was only then that I noticed him. He seemed to be a tourist, touring me, as apparently I had “good scenery”. At least that’s what they told me when they threw my existence into this motorway. If I actually looked that good, I’m sure they’d repair me, but there’s nothing I could do about that. My attention wafted back to the tourist. He was standing on me now, and he was strange for a tourists. There was irrational...