It feels like a never-ending road with blinking lights and flashy swirls of colour. Just when you finally see an exit and make that turn, you’re trapped in another cycle of sleepless nights and empty stomachs. Home is a distant thought. A bed is just a memory. You’re unrecognizable. Coffee and cigarettes are the only two senses you’re familiar with.

But look at all the cars around you. Traffic jam. I guess you’re not alone after all. Just keep pumping that music louder. At the very end is a glorious explosion of freedom and rest. We’re all just racing to catch a glimpse of it.

I feel dizzy.