Give form to the passing World. Freeways are a drama.

The world we suggest is a new wild west. A sensuous evil world. Strange and haunting, the path of the sun.

People are terrified to be set free - they hold on to their chains. They fight anyone who tries to break those chains. It's their security... How can they expect me or anyone else to set them free if they don't really want to be free?

Each day is a drive through history.

I wonder why people like to believe I'm high all the time. I guess . . . maybe they think someone else can take their trip for them.

Tell them you came, and saw, and looked into my eyes and saw the shadow of the guard receding. Thoughts in time and out of season, the hitchinker stood by the side of the road and levelled his thumb in the calm calculus of reason. [...] Why does my mind circle around you? Why do planets wonder what it would be like to be you? All your soft wild promises were words, birds, endlessly in flight.

You feel your strength in the experience of pain.