I have a few "Happy Places" I like to retreat to in my mind when things are getting a bit too rough.
Among them are those long desert roads that seem to stretch on for miles, nothing but a single strip of asphalt straddled by the shimmering hot wastes on either side as far as the eye can see.
I'm drawn to the idea of little roadside diners found along these paths, these little establishments so far removed from any other piece of civilization...
A place seemingly completely isolated from the world, yet still going about its day to day business.
A place where you can go to get a cup of coffee.
A place where no one knows your name.

Those are the kinds of places I long for when I'm sad.

Technically vent art, though far more colorful than most.