musebysentence 38.4. Contemplate
He felt like a lampoon, not letting go, he felt like a failure, he felt like he had given up on Pogue, he felt like there was no way out of it, back or forth or sideways, he felt like he had let go way too soon, and he had to spend a very long time curled up in the front seat of the car, head against the wheel, before his sight cleared and steadied enough for anything resembling his promise for safe driving to be possible.