It's 1am and the four of us are wandering around Gloucestershire. We end up at the A40 and cross the bridge, the moon watches us- glowing like white molten iron. I cannot help but appreciate the landscape before me. The motorway was silent and empty; like a dead man's walk to the grave. Despite how sinister the atmosphere was, the silence was also comforting. It was so intriguing because it was different to how you would normally expect a motorway, chaotic and noisy.
From this midnight walk I discovered the power of time, a human construct designed to control our daily lives- our whole routines work around the clock literally. As a result, this manmade construct also controls the atmosphere of the landscape, the periods it is utilized most and when it gets abandoned such as night time.
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