The engine rumbles to life, a deep growl that vibrates through the worn leather seat. You settle in, the scent of old coffee and pine air freshener hanging in the cab. The driver, a man of few words with a map-worn face, just nods as he pulls back onto the endless highway. The yellow lines become a hypnotic blur, stretching toward a horizon painted with the bruised purples and oranges of dusk. This road goes anywhere and nowhere, and for now, that's exactly where you need to be. The radio crackles with a distant, twangy guitar, a soundtrack for the unknown miles ahead.