sometimes these red and green lights just flicker past my window, nothing but a luminescent blur. They look like they're racing to get somewhere. I just sit, motionless with my hands on the steering wheel and watch them fly by; I can't help but wonder where they're going. All around me are windows showing the world zooming by as if every thing has an agenda, the pedestrians, the lamp posts, the coffee shops. As I sit here, strapped to my chair and trying to keep track of the things I see, I can't help but view everything in a fast-paced blur, as if even my eyes have places to be.

I want to slow down. I would press the brakes, but I'm not the one moving. It's everything else.