Traffic

There's just something about traffic.

Whether it's being stuck in rush hour, waiting to get to work,
or at a railroad crossing, waiting for a train to pass,
or if someone is just being an asshole and they're holding up the cars behind them
because they just gotta do this their way.

It's all kind of... frustrating.

Sometimes I'm stuck in traffic, looking at the car in front of me, and my eyes start to glaze over.


Suddenly my field of vision is changed, to something more abstract.
"Suddenly everything has changed."

I'm not sure what to do about. I blink and rub my eyes. Everything is back to normal.
But I'll always remember where I've been and where I can go.