To find the end of a road.
Not a dead end, not a cul-de-sac, not an enclosure of houses, not just another convolution of roads in the suburbs, not a destination.
I mean where the road ceases, and has no choice but to. Where the road is no longer paved and winds for miles and miles of gravel, roots, earth and aether, anything but road
And eventually, after fighting it’s way as far as it can it reaches a clearing, an ocean, a cliff, wall, an edge
The very edge of civilization, where human turns back into nature
Where to keep following its lead would be to chart a new route.