This is a short dystopian story that I formed when I was traveling with my mom across the country at age thirteen. I wrote it then, and have been working to improve the story. It's kind of surrealist. It portrays the subconscious elements of a deprived society in which oil has become the sole commodity of the world. This was before the war on terror really took shape and I see many parallels to this story and our present and future world.