Move slowly. Pack. Drive. Drive through the evening, through the sunset, through the night.
Rejoice at someone else's smile. In your own dark abyss, full of secrets, is a glimmer that came from knowing that you gave someone else a light.
Satisfy your hunger. Then drive some more. And then satisfy your hunger again, and again, and again. And then look upon the horizon and feel hungry again.
Feel hungry. Feel thirsty. Feel lonely. Feel insecure. Feel cold. Feel sad. Feel frightened.
Feel everything, and come so close, and yet not satisfy anything.
Sleep. The best solace. A warm hug. The best comfort. A beautiful ocean. The best rest. The hunger ebbs away gently.
Drink your sorrow away, then sleep once more. Solace, comfort and rest all come together again.
Drive away again. Relax. Breathe. Calm down. Get excited, then calm down again. Feel restless.
Share a joke. Share a laugh. The core of everything is cold stone, but the skin always craves warmth.
Remember an old sequence, from twenty years ago, which looked exactly as beautiful as this. It makes you desperate. You reach out, and the wind envelopes your body, caring nothing for all the props of sophistication and civilization.
The wind will never leave you, never betray you, and you can never betray it, as long as you breathe. For a moment, your despair dies.
And then you come back to cold, hard reality. In the form of a highway that takes you inexorably back to the prison where you have been condemned to die. The trance breaks.
Can you avoid punishment for running away? No. Can you break out and away from the prison, forever? Maybe. That's what this journey was all about.
