This is what the road from Warrnambool to Melbourne looks like at 4am.

About a year and a half ago, I spent a weekend at the Warrnnambool Hotel, as you do. It was a Jack Kerouac kind of experience. When Monday rolled around, I left town at about 2am, in the middle of a rainshower and some fog. I took this photo about two hours later, after nearly getting myself killed when I was stuck behind a truck whose back sets of wheels sprayed water right onto my windscreen, making it impossible to see in the dark, the rain and the fog. The photo reminds me of Horsell Common in The War of the Worlds.

O hai, you were saying?