In Western society, we’ve never been good at taking things slow. That has been both a blessing, and a curse. One of my heroes, Bruce Springsteen, has often told us to go out right now, do something with our lives while there’s still time, join him on the road to a place better than this, whatever ‘this’ means. But surely, for every person that manages to achieve their dreams, there must be at least a hundred who don’t; people who stumble on their way, fall down and don’t get up. I don’t think we’ve ever really come to terms with that side of Springsteen songs, the dark side of dreams. In my story, I wished to explore, with the eyes and voice of a frustrated teenager, how it feels to be stuck in a dead small town, to be chained to a hell not of one’s making while dreams, we’re told, are out there waiting for us. Can any good ever come out of vulnerable people wanting big things fast?