Counting Up
Some days on the road I need to travel as far as I possibly can. On these days, it is easy to clock up the kilometres. Every little milestone is an accomplishment and a motivating force encouraging me to go further – to do another hour, to reach the next roadhouse, and then drive some more.
Counting Down
Other days’ drive has a distinct, distant destination. On those days, driving seems harder; a chore. Are we there yet? Progress seems slower and more tiring. Less motivating. “Has it only been half an hour? It felt like an hour”. It’s 300kms to go. I’ll never get there. Are. We. There. Yet?







































