So the road stretched on into an endless distance, far beyond what was considered reasonable or acceptable and perhaps that was fine. The space on either side of the road was mostly flat and vast, and sometimes appearing to be bookended by mountains looming off in an almost imperceptible distance.

The last time any form of traffic had been seen was hours ago. Perhaps even days. It was difficult to tell sometimes, for traffic only entered thought when it was there, and only in a way that meant there may need to be a reaction to someone else’s action. Otherwise the focus was on moving forward and continuing on.

Periods of time seemed to pass on by without much of a notification that things were changing. Of course the passage of time was noticed on occasion, based on how much light was in the sky, but otherwise there was little in the way of paying any attention to what was happening outside of the car as it continued to follow the road to wherever it may have led.

Sometimes it didn’t seem as though it would matter, so long as it took them somewhere, anywhere. They had a need to keep on moving in the hopes that something would reveal itself. There were times of rest for rest was needed, and in those times the great expanse of space revealing itself was appreciated, as was eating, stretching legs, or just staring off into something beyond the scenery when stopping during the day was required, but otherwise it was continual driving.

Occasionally there would be some small talk in a quiet town whilst resupplying for all of twenty minutes, but otherwise the journey was one of quiet. There was no need for conversation outside of the strictly necessary; there only was a need to keep on moving.

Had there been other circumstances and perhaps the landscape would’ve been better approached with a sense of wonder. Its constant existence was one that seemed both uniformly banal, yet at the same time it revealed through itself gradual change and shift that lent an air of the unique that wouldn’t exactly reveal itself without some sort of extended focus and exploration. However, that was not to be, and even the stars, with all their wonder and appreciation were only appreciated for offering something else to try and peel back in order to see what was beyond.

And so the driving continued. The destination remained as far as it was near; as it was approached the rolling expanse would find itself replaced with greater traffic and large structures all holding a sense of similarity whilst retaining difference based on what was inside of them. Eventually in the heart of urbanity a rest would be found, but it stay distant and there would be no sense of rest, for the need to move and the need to be away and in the middle of nowhere was far too great for suburbia to function as a replacement.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 12:03:14

Slow and perhaps a little too serious. Perhaps a little too dry.
Some parts don’t work, I think.

Written at home.