We had been driving for hours. Bridges and overpasses loomed over us like metal and concrete gargoyles, warning us of the trials that lay ahead. Funny this doesn't look like the road to New York. The tires whispered loving messages of freedom of mobility. There was no purpose to our trip, we had transcended our human forms to become random packets in the data stream of our own consciousness. Final destination unknown, purpose irrelevant. My friend why oh why can I never remember her name? and I drove for what seemed like days. Slowly I dozed off as we drove into a bank of blue fog.