The desert internal, the desert out there
My qualms with tourist towns … and journalism
The external
I can hardly believe I’ve been in Scottsdale for five weeks now. I craved standing still more than I’d realized. Maybe I just craved anything but the chaos.
There was a point around the four-week mark when I felt as if I’d woken up from the haze of a dream. What just happened? Coming back to life, waking up.
Now…
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