Past Roads

Driving is only marginally better than train travel. The road is already set, the options laid out. Choices exist to turn, left, right, go back and forward. Flying you can add that extra dimension and have a little more freedom to slew about vertically.

Common to all though is the travel through time. Or apparent suggestion of it. Sometimes you can go back. Like when you drive away from big cities and out into the edge of nowhere. All the old songs and stuff from decades ago is still going on out there. Cities are like rocks being thrown into a pond, creating ripples in the fabric of time/space so that out on the edge of the pond you're going to be enjoying your Iron Maiden and Def Leppard way way after everybody else close in has gone and moved on to something better like Nirvana or something.

Reminds me of this hoodie of Kurt Cobains which is hanging in a bar in Utrecht. Like the ghost needed somewhere to rest out somewhere a bit more relaxing, but still somewhere where lots of people would stop by, appreciate and gawk at what used to be. So it sits looming on the wall there. On the edge of pax romana from ages past and forward.