On Things that Last ForeverWhen I'm in my car, I always turn the music up nearly as loud as it can go. Because I hate the sound of my own breathing in a quiet closed off space. That's the thing about cars; they are so cut off from everything. The barrier of glass windows and metal keeps the people outside at a distance. But my tendency to be impersonal towards people cannot be blamed on cars. I'm a naturally detached person. Interaction is something I use sparingly, as if one day people are going to be so consumed with their own lives that they will forget about everyone around them. I tell myself I'm saving my small talk and deep conversations for those days w