In my dreams, all roads lead to water. Sometimes it is ugly, brown, bloodthirsty water, cutting the road short like a blade cuts a lifestream. Other times the road is happy to dissipate and before it opens a bay shore with flat, golden ochre surf and sapphire ocean. But regardless of the allure all roads represent to me, the promise of vast plains and hot orange sand of beloved barren wastelands, all my roads always end in water.