So it happened again. Out of boredom, those stoned kids must have drop the stone again. On the freeway. From the overpass. Just out of boredom.
What happened is that a car hit a large fallen rock laying on the asphalt of he freeway, got knocked over a couple of times, got the engine block detached and lost in the middle of the middle lane, where another car hit it, rolling over a couple of time, killing the man at the wheel.

I've said already there's nothing into news.
No real hints about what reality is, at least in its basic, perceivable forms.
That is not what you want to know about it.

That all the overpasses upon italian freeways are already fenced by high metal barrier, so high they even bend inward upon part of the overpass breadth. That this is because, for few summers few years ago, some youngsters were used to throw stones from the overpasses on the passing cars. Eventually they made victims. A band of them got arrested. The overpasses fenced, visibly numbered.
That they remind you of the hostile idiocy of your fellow humans while you travel.
That now they're up to it again, and strangely enough, with a very large rock.
How possibly they could throw it from the bridge is inexplicable.
That the tag word today, is boredom. Because that is what keep plaguing the vast, unknown, unlearned, hazed italian province.

And that we usually don't go around speaking about it, but we know nothing gets well there.