Death Valley

June 1999

"In the desert the most loved waters, like a lover's name, are carried blue in your hands, enter your throat. One swallows absence." The English Patience - Michael Ondaatje

  

"Desert - vast loneliness, hundred variations of stillness, a thousand haunted themes and God knows how many secrets. The sun wore itself out hissing all day at rocky paths. Evening light brought on pastels. Blaring reds of the days turned down to muted purples. A sudden lizard flitted by, fearing discovery and disappeared in a minute crevice. Labyrinths with pockets of secrets, tortured guilt, twisted and violent names. He is exhausted not because of the desert but of solitude."

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