Looking for an outer world

When I was a child, sitting in the back seat of the family van, and driving on the highway at night, the sight of all the lights flashing by and their reflections on the windows of the car gave me the impression to be a science-fiction character traveling in space. I wanted to recreate this imaginary by borrowing exactly the same path of my childhood; the highway that passes the oil refineries in east of the city and whose sparkling beauty contrasts fiercely with the anxiety that emanates from it.