I would think about the horses who ghosted through the streets of Philadelphia; would stop and think for a second about how — even though the sight of horses in city streets was entirely common at the turn of the 20th century, even though there used to be so many animals in the city that pollution rates were actually fairly high — one could crudely fashion with bits of tape and twine a roughly analogous idea of ‘brotherly love’ in seeing, riding, or being these horses ghosting through what makes up a city; how it wasn’t a field of grass; how it wasn’t about looking up at an endless plain and realizing that the day is yours; how it wasn’t a series of properly demarcated sentences, but how — if driverless cars send those who drive today in the political direction of how the politics surrounding coal shakes out now — I would hope that there would be at least one taxi cab driver and one horse quietly following each other through the streets giving each other names and narrating each other’s progress as they made their way towards a finish line only they could see.