I hate travelling

Traveling For hours and hours, for what seems like days
With the vehicle being the world, with the floor wet with rivers made up of spilled orange juice that is too sweet for any fish to live and thrive-
The seats being the land that is baren with nothing but crumbs that make the rocks, the land holds no life for any animals to live and thrive.
The air polluted with fake smelling leather and the sky is much too short for any bird to fly high, much less to live and thrive.
But even than I’m forced into such a world with no life, expected to live and thrive for hours and days and years!
I hate traveling.