I was thinking about the indeterminacy of being,
and the uncertainty principle. I was wondering
how many times approximation falls short of the
precise point and where or how this intersects
with the universal tendency towards entropy. I
saw people in the street around me burdened
with a sense of inexactitude, people who displace
disappointment on to postponement and alongside
the road was a light box with the flashing sign
‘Delays possible’. I went into a cafe and bought
a falafel wrap, without the chili sauce.