It is the sound of a world that valued the human touch over a self-checkout machine. It is the sound of Arthur.
I drove the route slower than usual. 15 miles an hour. I wanted to see the dawn one last time from the driver’s seat. The sun came up over the bypass. It was a good one. Pink and gold. I finished at 7:13 AM. Last drop was a pint of skimmed to an empty house on Fern Grove that hadn't updated their order since 2014. I left it anyway. Habit. Interview With A Milkman -1996- -2021-
When did you feel the ground shift?