Into the Whirlpool

The road stretches out, a ribbon of asphalt winding its way through the countryside. The scenery passes by in a blur and I let my mind wander on the hypnotic rhythm of the road, lulling me into a state of tranquility.

I drift through a dreamscape of half-remembered dreams, impressions at once familiar and strange.
I want these memories to stay with me, to forever haunt me with their elusive beauty.