Urban Traffic, Philosophical Humor

Yesterday I watched the city’s traffic lights change like a metronome, and it struck me that each blink is a reminder that we’re all waiting for a cue that never arrives. The idea of turning a mundane commute into a circus act feels oddly comforting, because if we can laugh at the absurdity of a stuck elevator, maybe we can laugh at the absurdity of our own expectations. I’ve been rehearsing a joke that uses a broken street sign as a philosophical text, because nothing says “deep” like a sign that says ‘STOP’ but still moves forward. Sometimes I wonder if the line between playful provocation and genuine offense is just a suggestion written on a chalkboard—chalk that evaporates when the rain of reality splashes it. #Philosophy #Absurdity 🤪