There's just something about long rides. You can keep still, think, and rest. Yet at the same time you can be assured by the knowledge that you're headed somewhere. Just like how some of us wish life would slow down to give space for thought all the time.




In partially related news, I think I've made up too much in my head to the extent where I can no longer differentiate between what's real and what's not. Well not completely but the clear line that used to be prominent has been disintegrated by all the white and plain lies.

Ps. I think today has changed me quite a bit, for the better. :-) Probably.