Driving the road back finds me imagining fantastic worlds or situations, as if trying to escape from the fast lane. Trees go past,white lines flash, signposts blink past, scenes from the movie in my mind, where I am the hero of my own Hollywood movie, saving the heroine from disaster,or giving the Queen important advice, or whatever other Walter Mitty idea flames through my brain, electrons liberated from their shells looking for fun. As if the fantasy is more appealing than the humdrum daily grind to get to work and back.