I eased the car mournfully around the "roadkill", a term we in this society use to dismissively describe those creatures who have lost their lives on our roads, thanks to our deranged manner of moving about the world. Suddenly, that "roadkill" moved: in fact, it was a bloodied, wounded rabbit, and he/she was trying to get away from my car as I drove past. I looked in the rearview mirror, and saw the car behind me swerve to miss the rabbit, too. Not knowing what to do, I drove on, haunted by the ghastly memory. Sometimes I really loathe this culture. But only when I think about it.