The ridiculous little sacks of meat and chemicals we use to keep our thoughts in are easily amused. They love round numbers. While tooling around in the car last night, my brain said ‘ooh, something interesting is coming’ and forced me to take an exquisitely timed photograph of the odometer as it wound around to a magic number.

If our brains were better at telling the difference between ‘something that is important and interesting’ and ‘something that is — ooh look how round it is, this must be significant’ then I wouldn’t have bothered to post this up. But they’re not, are they? (Be honest.)