Of dirt roads & the art of getting lost
A journey through the extraordinary landscapes of the American west
“We travel, some of us forever”
Vegas. We started here. The contrast made it even more sacred. As we start driving into nothingness, it made me think of the self as an insignificant part of the story. Is this just an illusion? Or is reality illusionary?
The road was opening a new world under the stars. Different than the one I know of. Into the mountains and the rivers. Into the mind.
It brought me closer to nature. It brought me closer to me.
“There was nowhere to go but everywhere ”
“Endless roads, open skies, nothing to hide. Travel forward.”
“The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.”
“The further within myself I go, the farther out to the world I can reach.”