Atlas Minor • Night Station 01

Mojave Desert, 2019

I fell asleep to neon fritz and grumbling ice machines. A laugh track bled through the walls while highway static filled the dark.

Night Station 3

Bulletproof glass, seediness, and the crawl of the Cthulu.

A lone gas station in the night is my church.

I stood in line at the Gas ‘n Go behind a man with a pistol tucked into the elastic waistband of his sweatpants.