It was one of those trips. The trips that are quite boring but you go anyway just to get out of the house. 'To get fresh air 'one may claim, but mostly to clear your head of all the endless strings of thoughts.
And there I was, seated on the back seat of the car, looking out the window, recognising each and every curve of the road that I was travelling on for the umpteenth time. I recognised even those trees and the little monkeys who are always seated on the roadsides, who may pretend to be a very disturbing audience for some sort of imaginary show going on the road...