Late afternoon, somewhere in the desert hellhole commonly called Eastern Washington. The sun is low and hot.
Heat waves shimmer from the desert floor and a fly mindlessly flits past the camera.
In the distance, a faint shape is seen, negotiating the twisting road at high speed. Late afternoon, somewhere in the desert hellhole commonly called Eastern Washington. The camera is perched in the middle of the snaking highway. A telephone booth is on the shoulder of the road. It is a nondescript booth, like many noticed but never seen next to gas stations and bus depots across America.