And Entropy Makes Itself Known to Me
It’s cold in Vegas, and strange material is falling from the sky.
James A. Reeves
Towers of Red Rock Loomed Over Us Like a Beautiful Threat
Yesterday C. and I took a break from our screens and drove into the Valley of Fire.
So Much Civilization Where There Shouldn’t Be
I pondered the idea of a Vegas-themed casino until I gave myself a headache.
The Reassuring Cadence of Living in the Sprawl
These are days of shooting down unidentifiable objects in the sky.
A Landscape that Functions Like Memory
We hit the brakes and followed a dusty road past a gigantic fiberglass ice cream sundae.
The Games We Play in Museums
After all these years, how well do I know her taste? How well does she know mine?
Landscapes Like Scenes from Tomorrow
Messiness will be a crucial tool in the footrace against artificial intelligence.
Yet the Horizon Never Seems to Draw Closer
Time and space get wobbly in the desert. I think I’m puttering along, but the speedometer says 98.
Ten Years Sober Today
An old man in a church basement said, "Stick around long enough, and this becomes a life spent stepping over dead bodies."
And We Diligently Killed Zombies
A few hours later, we wandered into the desert and touched some cacti.
The Sensation of Slippage Continues
The desert is littered with bizarre facts, and I often think I invented them, like a fragment from a dream or a misremembered film.
Desert Run
Chugging electro reverb
60 minutes
60 minutes