Destination: 404: "The Highway"

Day 2 11:11 AM

“Dear Diary,

I don’t recall ever getting off the plane.

Or maybe I never got on one.

There was though, a moment where I felt like I wasn’t on Earth.

That’s all I can remember, and now I’m on a highway.

I wish I could describe it, but there’s nothing to describe, except that it feels like a black void of emptiness and infinity. Like it could lead anywhere, or nowhere at all.

There is no sound, or smell.

There was no perceivable sky either, but my watch read 11:11 AM, so I guess I fell asleep.

As far as I could see, there were no exits either.

My only choice, like all the rest of my life, was to keep moving forward.” -Harold