(A metaphor about brain fog in particular and the various types of dissociative disorder in general.)
Time is running on empty. Hope someone kicks in for gas money. Broken men blind to the gauge due to rage of getting ahead. Accelerating without cause rather than contemplating the effects of driving without direction. How long will a man drive lost before asking for directions? How long is the road ahead? What if the fill up is farther than the fuel reserve.
Cruise control has canceled concentration. GPS is a voice that I can not afford to trust. I ask, “who told GPS what to say?” What if the entire program is intended to drive me. Who is responsible for an accident in a driverless car?
My car is humanless. I walk and carry my car on two feet. My car is trying to put me on cruise control. I am going to ignore it’s orders. I am going to keep walking my humanless car on two feet until no more reserve, or I crash.