It stares back at you.

It'll be hard to sleep on these... but you'll manage.

It changes and morphs as you look at it. Your eyes hurt.

You do pay attention.

It is.......... settling.

You take the job seriously.

The road led you back to mother's arms.

You have refused the road. No trip for you.

What it meant to you is your decision alone.

What it meant to you is your decision alone.

You don't really care about them.

Travelers everywhere. They're no worse off than you.

It is comfy in here.

You've recovered your old face. Probably.

That day never really leaves the back of your head.

Your pockets are full of strangeness.

The road is your destination.

You've reached the final bus stop. This wasn't your destination. It doesn't matter anymore.

A happy family.

There's a hole in your heart. It is infinitely fascinating.

You looked after your brother.

The road has revealed strange new practices to you.

No compassion for fellow travelers.

He deserved this much.

The road has taken you to a reunion. Rejoice.

You went against your own story. Now you're lost to the void.

You're good at this. You should keep at it.

You've made an acquaintance who is very interested in what you will become.

The road has taken you to a friend.

You couldn't possibly know anymore.