Perspective is a contemporary tale of arbitrary use of the absolute power innocently cloaked in pretentious concern for the public safety in which individuals are summarily taken for stupid chickens. The story chronicles some of the inexhaustible varieties of the forms this abuse of power puts on in full view as well as behind the closed door. The narrative unfolds through scenes alternating between the road and the courthouse, which are interspersed with commentaries, observations, and unorthodox opinions occasioned by a particular event just recounted - some metaphoric, some abstract - and their subject matter ranges from psychological, philosophical, etymological, historical, religious, sociological to plain common sense and cold logic. No punches are ever pulled back, no excuses made, no apologies concocted.
Simply stated, the story proper is the space of two hours isolated from the life of a common man per both his experiences, one on the road to his workplace, the other in the court setting. There are only four major characters inhabiting four hours: a driver, a policeman, a prosecutor, and a judge; but they swarm with a myriad of small, incidental characters. Still, not all is said. Far from it.
From a composition's perspective, every "chapter" acquires and sustains its own existence and the book can be opened at any page and commenced to be read without losing a beat, yet as a whole each enlarges the rest of the text regardless of their inclusive order.
And by the way, most individuals dutifully adopt their roles of a chicken, some relishing in them to the point of utter disgust.