Billboards across the panhandle told me to find nirvana, win a free furnace, and invest in crypto.
Warm Leatherette on repeat as we drive into Vegas.
A lone tree becomes exciting. A sign for the National Agro-Defense Facility fires the imagination.
How do you prepare to live in science fictional times?
The landscape of mattresses, exploded tires, and orphaned vehicles along the shoulder. The overwhelm of America all at once.
I still remember the frantic voice of a late-night caller who said, “We can’t get the blood out of our eyes fast enough to see what’s coming next.”
