Good morning.

There is something about driving home early in the morning that is refreshing and depressing at the same time.

I drive past people walking places, people driving places, commuting to start the day again. At certain points I concoct this ridiculous idea in my head that there is some kind of great drama to the fact that these people are making this commute on their own. It all seems so terribly sad in my mind.

Then I realize that they probably do this everyday, and that the real tragedy lies in when they don't do it anymore, because they're probably dead.

Playlist: Elton John, CCR