The road stretches before me like a serpent whipping its tail across the landscape because it is mad at being in the sun all day and I think I’m really alone for the first time in my life after leaving everyone I know and everything I’ve seen behind me in a fit of madness because I can’t take the normal life anymore, the normal way of breathing, the nine-to-five-sitting-at-a-desk kind of world where your spirit-force is sucked out of you by little people and all their little problems, and now as I look into the rearview mirror of my old and broken SUV that is rusting away like my life I see a man who is searching for something but he can’t figure out what it is, something deep within him that has not reached the surface but is looking to get out and he is on this road to see if it will emerge though until now it has been dead, been hidden, been an undiscovered truth he can’t define nor describe, yet he knows it is there, somewhere, in someway trying to cry out for a chance to speak and live and reveal itself.