the last six months of my life have been pretty crazy. i have good days and bad days, highs and lows. but since being here, everything seems amplified.
i don’t know how to explain, exactly what i mean by that, but i’ll try. here things are either…dusty, worn, dog-earred black and white…or, they are glowing, crisp, neon colors. there doesn’t seem to be any grey.
so here, when i have a good day…it’s all vibrantly, intense, pulsating colors. but, when i have a bad day…it’s dirty, gritty, overheated black and white.
nothing is “normal” about nevada. you can go to the circle k, at noon, and see sex workers, businessmen, cops, children, clowns, dominatrixes, the homeless, the intoxicated, the drug addicted, dogs, cats, snakes…every ethnicity and every culture…everyone co-habitates, within the cruel, harsh, and unforgiving desert.
i think that the heat, dirt, gravel, dust, and smog somehow change people, places, and things. here, my life is far from mundane and boring, but believe me, when i say, that i am counting the days, until i am home again…but this time, where i choose…the beach.
this was my second, surreal surprise from my little force of nature, but now i’m waiting for the other shoe to drop…i know that the strings are attached. i just won’t see them until tomorrow.