Sometimes on car rides I like to look out the window and just look at the other cars. I think it's really interesting that, in every single one of those big metal boxes of vroom, there's a person there. There's an entire life in there, some life that led them to this moment to be in that car at that moment. I find it really interesting that I don't know who the person is, who they are, what they've done, when they plan to arrive, where they're going, why they intend to go where they go, and how they are.

I find it really interesting that I will likely never know.

I think to some extent this is a really obvious thing to note. Of course there's a person in the car. But I think I unconsciously treat that person as if they are just somehow a thing. Somehow I don't really register sometimes that there is a human life there.

I think I like to think that I do a lot of the things I do because I want to know things. I'm not sure how true this is, honestly. I personally think it is pretty true, but perhaps I've told myself this enough times to convince myself of this, even if it's not true. And if I have, I think it hardly makes a difference anyhow.

I find it so interesting sometimes that there's just information out the window of the car that I just can't get. There is not a chance for me to stop time and just look into what's going on in there and just get to know these people. I like to entertain myself and just think about what they could be doing, how different their lives are compared to mine. How different their life stories are compared to mine, that somehow fate has had it such that we are on this same strip of road in the same part of the country at the same time. How drastically different people we can be.

Sometimes on car rides I just look out the window and think.