Traveling outback Australia. Bitumen spills on and on in an unravelling thread of black.
Landscape, flat, clothed in crackling grass no longer holds my attention. We cross a dry creek bed honeycombed with gaping cracks.
wheel before the storm
flash of lightning
Peppery words sting, leaving large red welts. I wish I were somewhere other than here.
in the clamour of life
Isolation haunts the horizon.