When on the way to north you get out of your car to please your hungry car and your bladder, 8 in the evening, you start wandering why the man in the gas station looks at you as if you are the most stupid thing he has ever seen.
Only then will you realize, in a moment of clarity, that you have been driving with your sun glasses on for hours.
It's a miracle, that I lost soul like me manages to stay alive.
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