Machines dont je rêve

You know that thing where you’re stuck in evening traffic on the Quays and your brain just… alt-tabs into a better life? Mine goes straight to cars. Not sensible ones, obviously. The ridiculous, slightly-impractical, wildly-specific ones that match various versions of my personality from “responsible product designer” to “mysterious writer vanishing to the west coast forever”. Here’s my little garage of daydreams – the ones I mentally test-drive between pint and last bus home.