November rain fell slowly but steadily on to the windscreen of his car as Brendan drove through the city streets that were slowly being transformed by the dark of night. Where do I go from here, he wondered, smiling wryly, for he knew he could not care less. Driving around aimlessly helped him to relax a little and distance himself from his muddled thoughts. It helped him to view his life from a different perspective. His life? Good question. Right now, it felt as if he was living other people’s lives.
“How did it get to this?” he asked himself out loud.