#empty roads

Kísilvegur, Reykjahlíð, Iceland

Empty Roads

Hiroshi Sato

We drive with no destination just the hum of the engine and the windows halfway down because it feels right that way

The town loops endlessly the same gas stations glowing the same red light that never changes the same street we swear looks different at night

You control the music switching songs every thirty seconds claiming they all “hit wrong” even though we sang anyway

We talk about nothing old jokes, fake plans people we’ll never see again somehow it all feels important

The dashboard clock blinks 11:49 then 12:00 like it’s keeping score of how long this moment lasts

We pass houses lit up warm and quiet imagining our lives inside them wondering when ours will start to look that settled

The road stretches out like it’s offering answers but we don’t ask any questions

Because right now it’s enough to be sixteen miles from home a quarter tank of gas left and my best friend beside me

Empty Roads

New Mexico

All The Time In The World

Hasselblad 500c/m

There was nowhere to go but everywhere, so just keep on rolling under the stars