traffic.

five minutes later behind the wheel i am lost in the streaming sea of headlights, caught in the rush on the freeway, inching my way towards the bridge and home.

like half the world, twice each day i am left alone on a crowded road with my private thoughts, the modern man's equivalent of the religious experience of solitude, driving on mental autopilot, stalled lights behind me as far as i can see...

steve martin - the jury