On the motorway what matters isn’t being but moving. At a reasonable distance you can talk about being at Pescara even if you’re not there, because that’s where you’re going. For a body in continuous motion direction is more important than any particular point that won’t be there moments later […] On the motorway life is motion: continuous, constant, without interruption.
When driving along the motorway you can still do lots of things. Listen to music, speak on the phone, think, sing, drink. You can give yourself a scratch. […] What you can’t do is raise your legs onto the seat and knot them into the lotus position. You can’t read a book or watch television. Or sleep. You can’t maintain your gaze in another direction that isn’t straight ahead.
(Carlo Lucarelli: Un giorno dopo l’altro)