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Be Someone Else’s Glitch

A small interruption in the everyday trance

Jerv Nai Matrap

Apr 5, 2026

Rear view of a white camper van with a small “HONK FOR PEACE” bumper sticker parked on a quiet street — A back view of my home — Photo by author

Highway Hypnosis. No, it’s not Stephen King’s next novel.

It’s when you drive for five blocks without any memory of it. Autopilot on. Then you wonder if you ran a red light.

Frankie, my van, has a bumper sticker: HONK FOR PEACE.

Not many honk. So I forget.

When a car honks, my autopilot goes off. “What?! What did I do wrong? Is my Frankie losing a limb?!”

Then, a smiling face passes by, hand waving.

I smile and wave back, excited. “Someone honked!”

For a second, I become their glitch — and they become mine.

For a second, we’re both awake.

Written by Jerv Nai Matrap

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On a quest to slow down time. Writing helps. Sometimes, drugs too. Other times, just staring at birds does it.

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Responses (7)

Anu maheshwari

Apr 20

It’s when you drive for five blocks without any memory of it. Autopilot on. Then you wonder if you ran a red light.

This always freaked me out.....The autopilot thing...I used to drive from my home to college where I taught and would reach with no recollection of having driven the car!!!!!

Sunita Chakraborty

Apr 6

For a second, I become their glitch — and they become mine.

What a fun glitch.
And our brains are amazing. Muscle and neuron memory all working together.😜

Osama Alhallq

Apr 6

"For a second, we become each other's glitch."
In Gaza I've been trying to be a glitch in people's scrolling. A small interruption in the everyday trance of ignoring what's happening here.
Sometimes it works. Someone stops. Someone sees us.
This piece is quiet and perfect. 🇵🇸