I chose this form because the experience often gives me a profound illusion of displacement. The highway always feels the same: the same evenly spaced lights, the same lamps, the same speed. Even time itself becomes repetitive—an endless loop of one or two hours from the airport to home.
During these journeys, I often find myself staring at the lights, wondering:
Where am I really going?
Am I departing or returning?
And how do I even define departure and return?
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2025