Eighteen Minutes

Eighteen Minutes a Day

There are hundreds of bicycles parked at various places around the neighbourhood every day as people travel from home to work, from home to school, or from home to a bus stop. By 11:00pm at night this number drops to mere dozens, which can leave a person to wonder if the bike has been abandoned. They do move, however. Every day the regular parking spaces are used and emptied, used and emptied. Seeing this one completely alone under a pedestrian bridge just steps away from a bus stop, I wondered what the bicycle might think if it were conscious. Would it dream of exploring the world despite its unremarkable design? Would it wish to be active rather than stationary? Would it simply wait and look forward to the few minutes every day when it can ride free from its wheel locks?