And every other song I can’t remember now would come on and I would instantly hear something about how leaving felt that first time and now here we are ten years later and the soundtrack hasn’t changed a bit and it becomes crystal clear fairly quickly why you stopped listening to ( ) because you were broken yet the Hudson is healing everything—every driven mile and every buried truth— and you are certain it’s precisely because of ( ) or yes maybe the sun searing Jersey just so. All time unspools into a open weave when you drive.