Instead of consuming...

...I shall produce.

Let me tell you about roads. There are roads where I live. There are roads that take you to neighborhoods of houses that look all the same. There are roads on top of leveled mountains that look like curled pieces of yarn. There are whole clusters of identical roads that have names of tropical places (or maybe gems or flowers) that intersect in ways that kids on bikes know by the people who live on them.

There are roads that take you from places. Desperate roads that are always the first to be repaved in the spring. Roads colored artificial black with spoiling, yellow lines.