Highway One began as a recommendation—a suggestion to take the scenic route. Along my path, I was overcome with a sense of isolation. I'd been here before, but it seemed different. I found myself in a sea of artifacts belonging to other people: bicycles, refrigerators, churches, nightclubs, lawnmowers, and phone booths. But no one was around to claim them. More than visual stimulation shaped my experience along the route from Cheraw to Columbia, so I incorporated ambient sound into an installation. The air was oppressively hot and humid during my trip, and the washed-out projections convey the same weary resistance to withering away. An antique church pew serves as the only seating. Churches form the primary landmarks along this route, and the pew lends a sense of reverence to the imagery. The installation seeks to find beauty in the mundane and captures the fleeting memories of forgotten places.