I hit that numbness on the drive home. That feeling when you've worked all day here there all over and you should feel relieved, maybe even a bit accomplished, but your mind's muted. Not a twitch in the hand or a foot. Pure stone at the wheel.
From somewhere in the night, a DJ presses "play" on the next song and it fills the car.
"It's all the same, only the names will change."
Windows rolled down a crack and the passing fields smell like bagels, and I don't know how that could be, but I do know that while this song plays, I am awake.
#259: Matt Nathanson, "Modern Love"