My ex, I remember one of my calls to him, he was driving at night, I'd phoned apropos of nothing, he pulled over anyway to give me all his attention. I liked this immediately about him. For the longest time after that, every time we spoke on the phone, I pictured him in his motionless vehicle, seat reclined, legs stretched, free hand on the wheel, time and consciousness expanding while everything outside his stopped car carried on funneling.