Is this a journey to a destination or simply a series of wanderings guided by delusions and circumstances with no predetermined outcome? Maps are useless. Maps are worthless. But the road is full of signs. The best direction comes from the twisted conversation between voice within and the world without. Pay attention to the images in your head. Let them push against the realities of the world. Let those realities pull the imagination. The tension is exquisite, moments of crumpled confusion spiraling and twisting towards seconds of clarity revealing the way.

The trip down the road is filled with images from within and without. Some mark the way as familiar icons, clear, instantly recognizable and comforting in their straightforward signals. Others are not so familiar, intuitive, sometimes disturbing and often shattering reality with their ability to recall feelings and paths long forgotten and often not taken. Both kinds of images spring from common roots: a lifetime of experiences creating our distinctive perceptions that show the way. The way, unique to each of us, is impossible describe, but easy to feel. And does that road end somewhere, nowhere, or does it matter? Maybe it really is only about the journey.