Niland, California. Half-past midnight on the edge of the Salton Sea. “Everything is a mystery and I’m just a small part of it,” she said. “Maybe that’s all I need to know.”
Niland, California
Niland, California. Half-past midnight on the edge of the Salton Sea. “Everything is a mystery and I’m just a small part of it,” she said. “Maybe that’s all I need to know.”
Egg foo young, tornados, suffering, and short-circuiting the algorithm.
An ode to Michael Clayton and the giddy illusion of renewal before death.
Notes on time and strangeness, plus an hour-long soundtrack for Grace Wang’s photography exhibition.