Those who drives on the highway daily knows that it can be a mind-blowing event at any given time. Once you get over the road rage and just learn to observe others’ (driving as if they CAN’T end your life at 70 mph) you really notice how ridiculous mass transit can be.

For those of us who take I-195 through Richmond and connect up with 95 North, we witness a preternatural phenomenon each and every day.

This particular merge point in the American highway system, I am convinced, is either a rift in the space-time continuum or a statistical anomaly on the level of a massive sponge migration. I’ve done that merge over a thousand times now, and each time I am surrounded by drivers who have seemingly never merged on the highway before.

Statistical analysis tells me that either I sift through linear time and into a unique and alternate reality each morning, or that a completely new crop of drivers coalesces as this point in physical space every 24 hours.

Either way, it’s bizarre.