Roundabout
micromort: a unit of risk equal to a one-in-a-million chance of dying
— Collins Dictionary
I’ve heard it said that rotaries
reduce accidents — not sure if it’s true.
Perhaps what they mean is that
circling about like that costs
you fewer micromorts — fewer of your
impossible array of future selves die
in that intersection.
After all, things merging in the same
direction, while they might swipe
a glancing blow, rarely t-bone
one another to extinction.
An improbable truth, perhaps.
Personally, I find them confusing.
Especially in the dark, so many roads
weaving together into a
half-hearted circle of paint and tar.
Is it one lane? Two? Most drivers
don’t seem to care. Most GPS can’t
keep up with the rotation. I find myself
counting exits while keeping my eyes
on the road while trying to stay in
what I think is my lane.
My hometown installed rotaries
near an offramp recently, but
they miscalculated the radius, and now
the huge trailers that trundle by can’t
make the turn. They look pretty, though,
a bed of wildflowers carefully curated
in the center. I wonder how long
before they’re remade. I wonder
if the circles will disappear when they do.
I wonder if the reduced possibility of
death plays into it, or if they’re chosen purely
for traffic flow optimization. In a
roundabout sort of way, I like the idea of them —
the aesthetic and philosophical appeal, plus —
I like minimizing my micromorts. But rotaries
are inconvenient. How much do I care?
How many of those future women, my
hypothetical, probabilistic selves will I
sacrifice? How much chance of death
am I willing to entertain, just so I can
drive straight through?
By Sarah Bricault
From: United States
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