The lines alongside the highway are a blur. The speedometer says 75, the sign says 65.
Your making good time as you chat on the phone and chomp on your sandwich with the other hand.
Screeching into the parking lot you realize that you don’t know why you are here and where here is.
You can’t remember the path you took, what did it look like. Was it sunny out, how did the clouds look. (Okay, it’s all a bit of an exaggeration but you get the point)
