Gridlock

This is a fitting metaphor  for our system and situation. 

At what point do the people in this picture just jump out of their abandoned cars and start walking.

What is it about the car that we all must have one? Despite the diminishing returns, socially, ecologically, and economically. 

At what point does something stop making sense?

When it kills someone? 

When it kills us slowly?

When that sense of freedom is replaced by a sense of entrapment? 

When our faith and optimism in modernity and progress is replaced by despair and confusion? 

Or just when the world ice caps melt?   

At what point does something appear insane?