Driving the steel and black wheels turning onwards without destination pausing in moments for something familiar some trace of knowing Distance approaches blurs into pa**ing colourless void without change so much to long for takes so much effort so much strength to contain The haunted road the scattered ghosts of years of days and nights driving these wires of darkness fleeting shapes in the lights Violent landscape internal dreamscape a journey that constantly tells leaving places losing each other we lose whole parts of ourselves.