The sadness of the road is not necessarily depressing, because here everyone is a refugee, the loneliness that we carry with us, goes to meet the loneliness of others and ends up with it, then we return to the car.

Hours of driving ahead, car lights shining in the dark

The stars appear overhead, and special, grand, and strange thoughts emerge from the cocoon of the car room, and we secretly sink back into ourselves a little.

Alain De Botton