He is a musician, but at the moment he is driving home with a few bags of groceries on the back seat. He worked on his piece today, alright, some average progress. Average days aren’t too bad once in a while, they keep the balance in place. He needs to switch to the other lane, but a car passes him by, and another one follows. He checks more carefully in the left mirror. A long line of cars wait to pass him by. I can’t move faster yet, he thinks.
A song comes on on the radio which he doesn’t want to hear. A fast forward button would have been nice, he thinks. He wants to dash past that too. He revs the engine and moves into the left lane. A car behind him blows its wild-sounding horn, but he is already climbing up the road.
In such a fast lane, one has the responsibility to constantly check for newly coming cars in the rear mirrors but also not to miss anything happening in front of his front window. He concentrates on all moving objects. Their movements are each entirely different from each other (individual differences must be acknowledged) and similar because they all belong to humans.
An idea downs upon him. It’s a terrific idea for his piece, it’s an idea he can’t allow to leave. He only has his bags of groceries, though, no pencils and pieces of paper. He is terrified that the idea might leave. That would make him a waster of ideas, and that’s something a self-respecting musician could never be. He hates depending on someone or something else, and admitting a muse or inspiration exist would ruin him. But he also needs to get calmer, much calmer than now. So he lifts his eyes from the road to the car roof and asks, while exhaling slowly:
“Excuse me, can’t you see I’m driving?”
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