Not much to say...

Waves crash on indifferent rocks. Paint peels on forgotten farmhouses flashing by on the long road. On the edge of the desert, a little boy lies with only the hot wind for eternal company. In kitchens of houses once lived in, remnants of food eaten in times forgotten moulder on dusty shelves.

Source: Meiringspoort Reveries 2 — scanning time and space in the back of a 1964 Cortina GT