March 25, 2021
By Carlos Nunez
Mindless driving is one of my guilty pleasures. Moving through the road while muscle memory takes the steering wheel is as dangerous and stupid as it sounds. Cruising inside my bubble, stuck in state of risky nothingness. The spell breaks momentarily as other cars start appearing near me. I suddenly find myself surrounded by strangers, and the only information about them I could collect came from their car models, tacky stickers and customized license plates—all external and inconclusive. My mind drifts away from driving and onto the significance exterior qualities hold in our interactions.