I watch the traffic, and I think. I think, think, think. I sink into “the think.”

What do all of you people do? In exchange for what? And for who?

Is it worth it? Is it love? Are you directed there, from above?

Or is it for money? For cars, or for stuff? Will these things love you, when times inevitably get tough?

Who’s home with your wife? Does it feel worth it? Sitting in traffic to pay for a life that’s “fake perfect.”