In memory of the good old days. Driving alone on the highway during midnight, without knowing the destination. Lover's hand, party ballons and the snowman build up a transparent layer of joyful memories, which is quickly passing by while driving ahead. The idea of retrofuturism is applied in this illustration. Is time going backward if all the endings are determined? The moment we anticipate the end of the highway will soon be a part of the past. In this case what is the difference between the past and the future? This illusive image with a sense of parallel reality was merged in my head, as a result of the thoughts above.