Route 66, 2013

I remember speeding past a row of broken trailers, their heads bowed in prayer. Along old Route 66 in the Mojave desert, you’ll find a string of towns with mythic names: Amboy and Bagdad, Ragtown and Siberia. Lately I’ve been combing through my photographs from these drives, dreaming of the day I find my way back. It’s becoming a nightly habit during this suspended season in a hushed city: scrolling through desert scenery while fantasizing about horizons, speed, and possibilities.

The town of Zzyzx was known as Soda Springs until 1944, when a radio evangelist rechristened it with the last word in the English language. Out near Frenchman Flat, there’s a woman who will tell your fortune by deciphering the contrails of experimental military aircraft.

Bremen – Entering Phase Two

Second Launch | Blackest Ever Black, 2011 | Bandcamp

A widescreen road song with an end-of-days energy.

Each night in 2020, I wrote a short post for a series called Notes From the End of a World because I wanted to etch these days into my memory. Before the world changed completely.
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February 10, 2020


The only noise tonight is the highway and it sounds like the sea.
April 7, 2020


And so much space there's nothing to think about except something resembling god.
February 8, 2020


Strange how I'm embarrassed to write our president's name, a name that looks like an obscenity on the page. Maybe it’s because I thought we deserved a worthy villain.
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