John Botkin

Interstate 60

Interstate 60. No one has ever traveled its entire length. One's lifetime is simply not enough. Its journey begins in the east before the grey light turns to sunrise and extends well after the sunset has taken all that it brought with it to the west. From the north it stretches in the land of ice and snow and ends in the southern part of hell. Its treacherous curves along the coasts are slowly eaten away by waves from violent storms. It cuts through the state of reality and finishes in the altered state of despair with occasional stops in the state of absurdity. It is littered with broken hearts, unfulfilled dreams and forgotten memories. A collaboration of artists and intellectuals, misfits and rebels, sages and fools. There is no turning back.