The endless road is the line that does not close the horizon; it goes straight, it gets hot, it remains empty and continues again. Neither the next city is known, nor the end of the path. Sometimes it is a desert and smooth asphalt, sometimes just a mental image of life that has no final station. On this road, one either gets tired and turns back, or accepts this aimless journey. Some consider it loneliness, and some just a path that must be taken until something changes in the middle. It has no end, but every little twist can change everything.