Meanwhile…in the West Desert…
We know so little.
On a lone stretch of highway sits a traffic camera, panning endlessly, doing it’s thankless job. I had to disable the sound. After listening for just a few seconds I could not stand its sobs, its insane jibbering, the howl of coyotes waiting for it to fall.
We know so little, but we honor it. Mad sentinel of State Highway 30, pan on.