driving through my dreams

i drive westward, away from the desert, and into the mountains, towards a horizon punctuated by many large, futuristic windmills. it is hard to believe man to be capable of creating, and destroying, such a beautiful landscape, yet here it is.


i feel as if what i see does not truly exist; that it is all a mirage; that i am driving thru my dreams as they unfold in my head. there is some truth to this. in many ways, i am driving through, and to, my dreams.