The trick, Ana thinks, is in taking a pick. Not sampling everything in a whirlwind of stressed insanity. Joshua Tree is a massive lesson in decomposition, in worlds crumbling and shifting. Of man eroding. Softened pillow rocks lie like giants on an earthenware past.
Chasms rip down the center of an old woman lay dying.
San Francisco, Santa Barbara, Santa Monica needn't matter. Ana's good friend Smith writes beautiful poems. He draws too. Pencil or black ink masterpieces depicting any form of deviation. So tired of Malfunction, Rewind and Restart.