Got into a habit of going for long bike rides late at night, when the city is empty. Mostly it is. Except for roads, sidewalks, and especially tram lines. Crowds of workers. Bright lights, jackhammers, bulldozers. Asphalt and rails are torn up and put back in the morning. Sometimes asphalt is replaced with brick. More often there is no difference. Work for work’s sake. A sad sight to contemplate. Work, resource, time and effort – human life – are deprived of value. Wasted. Or sacrificed.
Should put some of Kafka on the list of essential reading before coming to Russia.