
âOut on my freeway, directionality is elusive. The faces in the windows appear and then disappear, some moving out ahead, some falling behind, some moving so fast as to be beyond registering, others sliding by so languidly youâd think they want something from you. Whatâs irreversible is the plain fact that once they disappear from view, theyâre gone forever. No amount of freeway jostling is ever likely to bring them by again. Each time I think to myself: one more person Iâll never know.â (FW)