each drive, cars, more cars
bookmarks left in unread books
stories unfinished
I marvel each morning at the number of people and cars that are brought together by a need to get to work.
I will, I hope, never meet these people. But for about one hour, I share a close proximity with all these people, a common goal, a common desire to avoid getting killed while getting to work.
I wonder, when I can, who are all these people? Where are all these people going? What are they like? What was their morning like so far?
The back end of their cars often read like a table of contents to their life.
Places they have been, people they have voted for, personal accomplishments as well as family accomplishments and schools they have attended.
What is the rest of their story?
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