For a Foggy Morning

This morning, I discovered that the video drivers for my eyeballs must have gone bad. My view distance was cut to around 30 yards, with everything farther cloaked in thick white fog. Perhaps I needed a patch – Sunlight 3.4?

Seriously, the fog this morning gave my commute a truly surreal ambience. Once I’d travelled a third of the way onto the Monitor-Merrimac Bridge-Tunnel, all I could see was a short stretch of driving surface before and aft, with nothing but unfinished whiteness all around. I was driving from nothing into nothing – it might have been a visual metaphor to describe some kind of magical or high-tech transit. Perhaps this morning I was dropped into a parallel universe with all my memories instantly edited to make me believe that I’d always lived in a world where the Allies won World War II, and Earth had a single moon.

Perhaps it takes me a really long time to wake up in the morning.