CHAPTER 15-THE BLACK DOG
Have you ever lived on a road?
I don’t mean living on a street, tramping through a city, listless and purposeless. I mean a road, single and alone. Imagine that your whole world is the grey stretching out before you into the nothing of the horizon, and the long grey tail of the road stretching behind you into a horizon of it’s own. There is grey scrub land on either side, perhaps a bush or two. There is the sound of your own breath, and the breath of your companion at our side. The weight of your bundle on your back. And there is nothing else.