“It's honestly a bit of my own therapy, to just be by myself on my bike. No music or distractions. Allowing everything around me to pass through my mind, but also go through cycles of thinking about my life and this reverberation between the two ways of thinking.”
Planes, drones, and UFOs strobe across marbled blue altitudes. Coral-streaked vapor trails highlight above a fading canopy of telephone wires and dead branches, forming an aerial latticework. Spokes can be heard clicking from a solitary bike floating in and out of streetlights on the vacant road below.