Chuck Palahniuk. Suffocation (№ 11338)

I am stuck in traffic. Heart beats calmly and evenly. I'm not alone. Locked in this trap, I can pretend that I'm just an ordinary, normal guy who goes home from work. My wife and kids. In your own home. I can pretend that my life is not painful anticipation of another disaster; that my life is something else. I know how to function properly. The other children play "hospital", "mothers and daughters", "store"; I'm playing the passenger who travels on public transport seasonal tickets.