In my mind, there is a circus.

When you’re on autopilot, mistakes happen.

I think all of us were on autopilot that day, us drivers.

Turning the corner from Holland road to the small roads that lead us back home, in autopilot I switched lanes as normal and suddenly became very confused, as there were a set of headlights in front of me. I swerved back to the left lane and then heard a metal on metal crunching sound with lots of profanity. The on coming car had hit the car behind me.

Only three words for you.

One. Way. Street.