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How do those roadside diners survive? Driving in day light desert to Las Vagas, waiting for the bend where you look to your left and sometimes in the distance between the peaks you can see french fried sand dunes. Maybe there, maybe not there. They shift with the winds, hide within the sky hazed by wildfire. Mental tour guide notes: That is a solar water tower. That is a touristy ghost town. One day there will be a meg-lav train they say but I don't believe I'll ever see it in my lifetime. The joshua trees are jealous This rest area is useless Lonely is not a word I use anymore I left Las Vegas at sunset on purpose. not wanting. to go home. to nothing. This drive is much nicer at night when the sun turns red and low, casting deep shadows across the mountains. My head wanders to sounds of the song of desert stillness. This radio is useless. Deep shadows sit on dry lake beds and slopes that go on for miles so in the mirror I can watch the headlights come down