RING ROADI set out towards a barren land. I sought the fading tides, translucent clouds, the ethereal white twilight night. To wander in perfect loneliness, and virgin silence, amongst the desolate stones. Breathing the purest, coldest air. Resuscitated by the pulsating earth and shearing, tectonic plates. Enlivened by primordial winds and pearlescent glazed springs. "Round in a ring," wide eyed blind, under the stagnant, midnight sun.