West Desert Journal

Writing from the far edges of the American desert.

Rat Race of Modern Life

The sky burned into ashes, leaving the vista shady and tender for my barren eyes to absorb. I’ve dodged the city. What a catchy place!

Even on the nighttime highway, and in my rearview mirror; someone’s headlights felt unsettling? This whole week, the tiny spurs of reality have been stabbing at my heart.

Then, a brief moment on a rain swept desert was curing all the misery?

Please disqualify me from rat race of modern life.

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