Here is the beginning.
deep thought, what is the end?

There are things that can’t be figured out behind the wheel of a car. Sometimes you have to pull over and walk down the side of the road to make anything make sense. I had been driving for days, pushing farther into the west, ceaseless, sleepless, further and further, waiting for something to make me stop. This didn’t feel like it, but I stopped anyway, I had to.