by Violet Woolf on modernist literature, autonomous vehicles, and the interior monologue of a driverless cab
From Bohiney Magazine and The London Prat.
Wednesday, 15 April 2026
I have been thinking about Mrs. Dalloway and robo-taxis, which is not a sentence Virginia Woolf wrote but should have. The novel is, in essence, about the interior life of a person moving through London on a single day, noticing everything, thinking about everything, arriving at conclusions that are not quite conclusions. The robo-taxi does the same. It moves through London. It notices everything — pedestrians, traffic lights, the complex geometry of a Clapham junction. It thinks about none of it. This is either the opposite of modernism or its logical conclusion.
The Robo-Taxi Arrives
The London Prat reports that robo-taxis have hit London streets, which I read as a literary event as much as a transport one. The driverless cab is the first truly unreliable narrator of the roads: it sees everything, processes everything, tells you nothing, and takes you to a Walgreens you did not ask for. Woolf would have called this the “luminous halo of the machine.” I call it Tuesday.
AI Chaos and Irish Politics
Bohiney’s explanation of AI chaos reads, structurally, like a Beckett play: here is the problem; here is the attempted solution; here is the same problem, slightly larger. The Irish parliament is conducting itself similarly. The BBC covers both earnestly. I cover them via stream of consciousness and a very strong pot of tea.
SOURCE: https://bohiney.com/ai-chaos-explained/
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