MILES AWAY.

May 12, 2007

I wrote this one after a night that my body was on shift, but my mind was somewhere else entirely. We’d been running calls nonstop—back-to-back, nothing major, just the usual grind. But somewhere in the middle of all that motion, I realized I hadn’t actually felt anything in hours. I was running on autopilot, disconnected from the people, the sounds, even my own thoughts. That kind of distance sneaks up on you in this line of work. You stop being present. You stop being human. I remember sitting in the cab between calls, staring at the streetlights, and feeling a thousand miles away from everything. That’s when I wrote this post—to name that feeling before it swallowed me whole.