The passenger seat of someone else's car is a place that I can get lost in. The seat that was off limits until I was 10 years old, now my introspective throne. The world passes through my window like memories I've long since forgotten. A blur of aced tests and overachieving I want to soak my brain in. The wasted time in long lines, my first standing ovation, emotions that blend with the Little Trees Lavender. All the pain of the world can't penetrate my secluded steel fortress, so I sink deeper into the cushion.