In a steel and glass cage moving at 80 miles an hour, time passes slowly. But time is the only tangible sensation you can count on.

I have spent too much time in a car lately going from one point to another. What I find most remarkable about the way I relate to these places is that I go precisely from one point to another. In between I am in the car. I am never particularly in one place at any time, but simply in between. Travel is always this way. I am either here or there, or in transit. The conveyance of travel connects time and space through a simple ratio of average speed.

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