There’s a certain indescribable magic to roads.

When you get past the trash littering the grass and the carcasses of animals that didn’t quite make it, there’s something quite beautiful. A path to any destination. Or to absolutely no destination at all.

Look at a map just a little closer. What do you see? Do you see just lines and dots and markings?

I see a network of roads connecting us all like veins in the human body. And we’re like the blood, mixing together and constantly moving. Moving. All you have to do is start to drive, and you could end up anywhere. You could end up with anyone, experiencing anything.

Isn’t that magical, the way we’re all connected?

Roads are like a lifeline in the darkness, a way to escape no matter where you are or what you’re going through. No matter where you are, there’s a road there. And that road takes you to another and to another and to another until you end up exactly where you need to be.

Wouldn’t you love to simply sit behind the wheel and close your eyes and escape to a place you’ve never been before?

To get in the car in one place and get out of the car somewhere completely different. You could get in the car in the middle of the most beautiful coniferous forest and open your door to the sound of waves lapping on rocks. You could look out your windows as you drive and see the big trees of the north, the plains of the west, the swamps of the south. Throughout the years you could see all three.

And you can do it over and over and over again. Drive so many times and never end up in the same place twice. Think of all the things you could see… but that’s just it, you can’t even imagine all the places you could go. So new. So fresh. So surprising and unexpected.

Never the same thing twice. Not if you don’t want it.