I still do...

Instead, I drive too slowly. This isn't an indication of relaxation, it's quite the opposite. Taking in every single detail turns me neurotic and anxious. If I see a back road that's aesthetically appealing, I stop myself and change course. Years can pass before I'm back on route... if I can get back.

I think a lot about the music that I listen to. Maybe that's because I need something to distract me so that my body moves subconsciously. It's the only way I can manipulate the core of my being. Drifting off, listening....