After a while I came to. Which is to say I came out of the reverie into which I’d permitted the radio program, and the silence that had followed it (once I’d turned the radio off), to put me; and saw that I was still on the highway, in my vehicle; that the vehicle was moving along steadily, as if of its own accord, though I myself was driving it; and that the landscape outside the vehicle seemed to have changed only a little, if at all. All of which seemed normal to me, and unremarkable, and which I mention only because it was the thing that I remember happening to me next, chronologically, even if it wasn’t really a ‘happening’ in the strict sense of the word, but more like a non-happening. Or, perhaps, like the interim that exists between two happenings that might be related sequentially, but not causally.