on the drive home, especially on the 610 north feeder just as i turned right onto memorial, i found that if i scooted back in my head a little, and squinted my eyes just a bit, i had no idea where i was.  the billboards along the highway (the highway that looked unfamiliar) looked unfamiliar.  the trees were too tall somehow, the traffic lights brighter than usual.  even the background music was unreal.

as i drove along memorial, in the middle lane to avoid potholes, a lone car followed me all the way down to the waugh exit.  it was hard to tell in the dark, but behind headlights it appeared to be some sort of white sports utility vehicle.  are they following me? i wondered, before chastising myself for thinking i was the center of the universe.  no, whoever it was was just driving like i was, headlights wavering a bit in the smear of my back windshield.

when i exited at waugh, the white car kept on driving.