I've been spending time in the desert. A lot of it, recently, and now I'm planning this wedding next year, and that demands an intimacy. I used to hate it, back when the only time we spent was in the sick dry concrete of strip malls, in a condo decorated in shades of teal and pink, these bastardizations of the place itself. It's very easy to only see the dead thing around you, the cactus husks, asphalt, no colour but what someone else has painted on top of it, lurid, obscene. There's a story my family still tells of visiting an old-timey Western show and the glass boxes where they kept rabbits and chickens that, if you inserted a quarter, would peck at a piano. I cried and cried. The desert back then was a series of glass boxes and we moved from air conditioned space to air conditioned space and understood it as artificial but what else was there to do but keep moving?
the ambrosial twilight
the ambrosial twilight
the ambrosial twilight
I've been spending time in the desert. A lot of it, recently, and now I'm planning this wedding next year, and that demands an intimacy. I used to hate it, back when the only time we spent was in the sick dry concrete of strip malls, in a condo decorated in shades of teal and pink, these bastardizations of the place itself. It's very easy to only see the dead thing around you, the cactus husks, asphalt, no colour but what someone else has painted on top of it, lurid, obscene. There's a story my family still tells of visiting an old-timey Western show and the glass boxes where they kept rabbits and chickens that, if you inserted a quarter, would peck at a piano. I cried and cried. The desert back then was a series of glass boxes and we moved from air conditioned space to air conditioned space and understood it as artificial but what else was there to do but keep moving?