ON THE ROAD

One does not need to be standing into a vehicule to become 'on the road', so many just sit besides it and let others drive their dreams out of their own picture, that reality becomes a byproduct of relativism, the art of movement, change, a job for the imagination, a kind of garden located within each sentient, walled into an organism, a compound, where an individual gardens the stuff, one's own imaginary world;

Space derives from one's own movements, changes of perspective, all coordinating the whole of one's space, garden, conscience;

Then one becomes transparent, never needing an immobility locus, growing along the sprouts crawling out from that specific garden directly feeding the brain locus, without any need for filtration, logic, moral;

One just is what seeps out from the garden inside the body organic, the animal busily rebuilding it's own failing bits, as they were...but dna is a wanderer never returning to the same exact sequence or sentence.