There’s also this… realization.

I know we live in a system where we move tons and tons of stuff around. I mean, I’ve always known that. But being on the road like this, hitching with truckers, stopping at overfilled truck parking fields with lines and lines of these beasts (and every night struggling to find free spaces to park for the night, some cars parked along the edges of highways…), crawling through traffic jams with kilometers of cargos waiting in line, passing by the enormous warehouse complexes… makes me see it in a new way.

IVECO, DAF, VOLVO, MAN, SCANIA.

We move so incomprehensibly many things around our globe. Containers filled with stuff.

I am just a tiny body strapped to the passenger seat.

Every day all of this material shuffled around.

Sometimes the drivers know what they’re carrying, sometimes not.

Some just don’t care.

The roads draw veins into the landscapes that we’ve cut into flat squares to grow crops. The trucks like blood cells; we feed.

We devour.

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(This story told in pictures.)