Meteorites freckle the ground, dry like a desolate psoriasis on the face of California. The air cracks my sinuses until they bleed. Sand blows for miles in every direction. Mountains crumble to pieces in the distance. Spectral sunsets burst with blood and fire. There is so much dust that I don't even bother. Small, gutted houses, dwarfed and destroyed are left to erode every few miles. Like those abandoned homes, it is difficult not to be sanded down to almost nothing.
Joshua in Joshua Tree © Joshua Katcher Digital Photo.
