Endless night. Out here, nothing matters. There is a road on my right and there is the wall on my left and I walk slowly, backwards. My arm stretched out in the hope that someone will stop and carry me to a place that simply isn't here. But, although the highway is full of lights, well, I could be transparent. I think it's been days, months, years. This road is my past, this road is my now and I'm out here, nothing matters. Sometimes I close my eyes and I see a face, but it's not a face that I know and it's always different. I know nothing except this road and it's endless, backwards. I'm trying to attract the light to me and it comes to me, but it blinds me and it flies past my shoulder over and over again. 1.000 times in a night. An endless night. Endless night. Blazing impatient lights flying past me as the night presses down on my tired body. But there is no place to rest and there is no time to stop. Nothing exists except this lonely road and it's endless. It's backwards and I'd like to turn around - but I can't.