Tuesday, September 11, 2007

signoff from the far, salty side of the world

Bouncing over the Twentynine Palms moonscape in the hushed moments before the sun rolled itself out from over the Iron Mountains, it felt like an adventure.

Crunching over great drifts of salt, which looked and sounded for all the world like snow...in hundred-and-eight degree weather...it felt like a trippy fever-dream.

Sitting down to the rest of my work three hours ago, it felt like mental housecleaning.

Tucking into this crackly hotel bed will feel really, really good for the moment or two I'm conscious enough to register such things.

Good night.

1 comment:

Ben said...

Hey, I work in production in the Midwest and googled "rawstock house" and came across one of your posts. Just wanted to say hello (sounds like you're either a coordinator or a PM, too) and that your blog is a great read.

If you'd ever like to discuss production - or bike rides - feel free to write me on myspace...http://home.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user&MyToken=4e20f913-85a3-4b74-ac78-2adc87969891