Into the Whirlpool

The road stretches out before me, 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 am drifting through a dreamscape, a kaleidoscope of impressions that are at once familiar and strange, half-remembered dreams. I want these memories to stay with me, to forever haunt me with their elusive beauty.