Pulling over on the shoulder, ain’t driving…

I made the mistake of listening to Kurt Vile today after a week of cabin fever induced by rainy days and freezing weather.

Smoke Rings For My Halo will always be driving through Death Valley, watching the heat rise by degrees every minute, walking out onto the Mesquite Flat sand dunes and watching the sun set. Death Valley is heeding the warnings about rattle snakes and water, eating big American dinners, getting up early to see if the sunrise is as numinous as the sunset, cutting your fingertips on the salt flats, which burn so bright your eyes water.

I think I am my best when I am in the middle of nowhere with nowhere to be.

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