The traffic echoes her hyperactivity. A friend's frantic telephone call is a green light. Dropping a lover off at a station, red light. Hitchhiking in the rain, caution. Without her car, she is vulnerable.
Someone is sacrificed.
Some things do change. Here, the minutia of daily living becomes More. Real life is transformed. It is depressing to be reminded that so many women still take the ring road and attempt to by-pass feminism altogether. But Helene's journey does merge into a sacred quest along well-trod routes to the shrine of the holy self, in a year when nations, continents come together.