I dunno about you, but when I drive to work in the morning it’s exactly like zooming through the crazed eye of a protean god, high as shit, as they fall helplessly and perennially through some rapturously psychedelic wormhole. Yep, that’s precisely it. So when Niklas Ström rocks up with something he describes as a “great realistic game about driving to work,” and it resembles that scenario just described, I’m impressed and can’t acknowledge the accuracy of the work fast enough. Only kidding, I don’t drive to work. But I have done. And so I know of that glaze that sits across your skull,…