We drive with masks over our faces, eyes wide with suspicion. Hands at 10 and 2. We hide our faces, our coffee-stained teeth, and crooked incisors. We hide our humanity found in our smiles, frowns, and mehs. We do this for reasons unknown… polarizing opinions from either side whose faces aren’t covered, snarling and spitting opinions over zoom calls in mansions and million-dollar apartments with doormen. But I shouldn’t be complaining… I have running water, a car with gasoline, and two pairs of glasses. We hide our faces looking to see if the other car is going at the 4-way stop sign. We wave them on, giving them the right-of-way. We are in no hurry, as there is no place to go… but home.