A Hitchhiker's End

his end was the least dramatic. and the most obvious. people failed to understand why.
he was a hitchhiker. a hitchhiker of thoughts. hitching from town to town, country to country. Lately, he often landed in places he never knew could exist. he was used to the easy traffic of a somnolent town. he had grown used to watching the world from windows, none of which he could call his own. each window, he had realized with time, had its own shape, its own dimensions. the windows could change shapes and sizes with the sight of beauty and grotesqueness.
on the last day, which no one realized was his death, he was run over by a car with no windows.

in one of his post-death dreams he saw his grinning self driving a car with no windows.