My character, a young man, is riding a bike, trying to leave a neighborhood. He keeps reaching the same dead-end street. A voice narrates the events as they are happening. The young man sings a song to himself, narrating his saga of traveling across the country.

He rides past a chain-link fenced area filled with burned grass. It’s supposed to be a park, but no one would want to go there.

He rides down the same street, again and again. Then he rides up some stairs to a highway overpass. Another dead-end. He decides to retrace his route.