…i’m not even in the shade. why, you ask? because there is no shade in the god damn desert. there is just sun, hot fucking sun.
…there’s nothing lush and green here. no beautiful, majestic, mystical trees or forests. absolutely no chance of unicorns.
…it’s hot, motherfucking hot. did i mention that? the wind whips like hot licorice-scorching the hairs inside my nose.
…it bleeds quickly and easily, at will with the dryness and heat. my nostrils now have splits from inhaling dusty desert.
…what lives and thrives in the desert? cockroaches…shit tons of cockroaches. i’ve never lived with bugs before…disgusting!!
…i look at the people…lizards…dried up, leathery, wrinkled, brown, shriveled, old-even if young. no sunscreen, no sunglasses.
…colonies of humans, live like ants under the city. tunnels are home for thousands. you can smell them when the wind is right.
…no place for someone with “peaches and cream skin,” as my mother used to say. i feel myself baking, sizzling in the sun.
…this place petrifies. it hardens you, like it or not. it spreads a dirty-gritty-oily crust over you, that gets in your dry-dry eyes.
…i feel dirty. bugs, people, dirt…i scrub and scrub and i just can’t feel it. i can’t feel clean. i just want to feel clean again.
…i want to be clean. i want to be understood. i want to be accepted as i am. i want to be free. i just want to go home.