Has the world has fallen on its side and turned this boat into a pot of soup? All of us as frightened peas bubbling to the front in order to escape the heat at the back. Where is this place we are running to that turns getting off the ferry into an Olympic sprint?
Shuffling, nudging and positioning. A well placed front wheel ensures no one can cut in from the right while an extended elbow protects the left flank. As the shore approaches we are packed so tightly that the spaces between our bodies vanish. There is now a sticky intimacy; I feel the warmth of other people. Smell them. Listen to their breathing.
On your marks. Get set. We land! The lid is removed from the pot and we try and explode onto dry land. It’s not as easy as you think because a million other peas are trying to dive into the pot without letting us out. During the battle to escape I stop and think for half a second: Do I really like this?