The decommissioned firehouse at the end of Joseph Court is marked by an atmosphere of modest California charm and the slow simmer of creeping insanity. The firehouse itself blends unremarkably into the culdesac’s collection of low lying stucco motels and nondescript businesses. Cream colored whites and dreamsicle oranges evoke the arid serenity of the desert […]
My Season in the Sonoran Desert
“The personification of the natural is exactly the tendency I wish to suppress in myself, to eliminate for good. I am here not only to evade for a while the clamor and filth and confusion of the cultural apparatus but also to confront, immediately and directly if it’s possible, the bare bones of existence, the […]
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