Mile after mile. All alone. Truck stops, depots, instant coffees, cold meals.
It's all a blur. The noise and the sleepless nights. Load after load. Endless highways and the eternal following of tail lights into the night like crimson beacons.
He sleeps a few hours at a time in the back of the truck resembling a wolf's nest.
Load, then at the end of another unending road, unload.
Infinite kilometers. Countless hours. Constant loneliness.
A solitary existence.
His only joy reading the "missing" notices while on his way to wash their stains off his hands.