God this photo by Pedro Martinelli makes me feel things you wouldn't believe.

Ah, the open twisted road, cool breeze, bike, sun intensely shinning after a strong rain and thus giving the whole atmosphere a mysterious aura. You can see nothing but the road, you want to drive away from all of the shit, there is only road, all else is black.

>"I licked my finger and stuck it in the air. The wind was coming from the south. From the same direction my life was heading."

-anon on /lit/, post No.24705860

God I love photography so damn much. There is a whole damn novel in this photo.