CollisionI looked out the window of my car, holding the wheel straight as I took in the sight of the thick fog blanketing the field next to the road. My driving disturbed the sluggish billow of clouds that, this morning, were just too heavy for the sky. A man sang me a melancholy refrain through my car’s radio: Here by my side, an angel…There was a certain peace to the way the fog blended everything together into indistinct shades of white and grey. The human mundanities of traffic lights, hydro poles, and billboards had been faded into nothing more than nebulous shapes, creating a scene so untouched it seemed alien. With no other cars in sight, it felt as though I was the only person to exist. Just me, surrounded by innumerable suspended droplets, each of which would be transparent up close, but from a distance they fused to become something entirely different in their solidarity, something opaque. As I mused on this, a parallel occurred to me: all