The road grows longer. I mean this literally, workers are now carefully tarmacking the ground a few thousand miles ahead of us, preparing the way for me and my driver to reach them. But before we do many miles of land lie waiting for our eyes to bring them another form of life.
It is exciting, creating as a by-product of existence. We
see, hear, smell, touch, taste and wham, the whole of reality shifts gears for us,
twisting into shapes that only we can see. I do that now, clinging as I am to
the back of this lorry, I take in the smell of the exhaust, and it mixes with
the images of forests winding off into the distance beyond the road.
We carry on then, off into the wildlands, my and my driver,
and create them as we go.
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