Mile 47

by Caleb Noble · 05/02/2026
Published 05/02/2026 11:20

I took the long way home

after the interview fell apart.

Mile 47, no other cars,

just the yellow dashes that

never stop. Same paint, same

spacing, same empty. I could

be anybody out here or no one.

The answers I practiced didn't

fit when I said them. Or I

didn't fit. Doing 75 and it

feels like standing still.

The lines keep coming.

I could keep going.

#career disappointment #existential dread #identity crisis #loneliness #stagnation

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