The Hitchhiker and the Road

Sunset Monument Valley, USA. Photo by Tegan Mierle

I was hitchhiking for hours, searching for something, whatever that may be. Maybe it was a car, maybe a girl, or maybe a dream.

Cars rarely pass through this area. It’s dark, lonely, and dirty. The ones that pass resemble the road more than the people; a rare breed of scum and decay. How I ended up here, alone, full of rage and fever, is a story not worth rehashing for the sake of my sanity. I rarely go to the…