For Bembol Dela Cruz and Ranelle Dial, the open road is an invitation not merely to escape the confinement of domesticity but to explore notions of self that are expressed only through movement, whether one is relying on a pair of good legs or astride in a vehicle, the wind whipping the hair, the world rushing past in a blur. This network of roads, alleys, and makeshift paths only gets activated when people use them. Otherwise, they are vacant spaces of concrete, asphalt, and dirt, inert like the veins through which no blood flows.