No stream in sight - LGW

No stream in sight.

Lili Ward

The bushes in the dirt are spiralling into landlocked whirlpools. 

In hunger and heat you would believe in god, in the desert you would have to, when there is nothing for miles but a single burning bush and a tessellating reflective horizon, there is god.

Walking a single straight line along the railway through two border towns.

Hiding produce from the authorities under blankets and knapsacks, illegal unlawful apples, ginger and carrots. 

The desert highway wave;

There are many ways to participate, a simple lift of the pointer finger, the thumb pointing up straight to heaven, all fingers dance in succession along the leather sewn seam of the steering wheel.

No gesture more or less respected than the last.

Drinking caffeinated caramel beverages while listening to 432H insomnia relief frequency is the same as trying to conjure a sign from god. The counteractivity of manifesting a synchronicity, no refrain no gain.

Playback for musicians is the death of freedom playing, restricted by our own echo instead we must play for each other continually without analysis.

Notes from the trance school diary read:

“Experience cannot occur at the same time as analysis”

One discounts the other, the same way the corners and nuances of a bush landscape would be discounted when viewing them from space. This week going to space became a feminist issue and so did love you don't need the hard calloused bottom of your feet in zero gravity, so you shed them and return to your original smooth form, baby powder is the only needed maintenance on the fresh sold and in that way i guess the desert is the opposite of space.

As I tiptoed to the bathroom at the Elroy truck rest stop, the population of the town grew 25% when we entered.

Each exfoliation by a million tiny Tooheys bottle particles lost in dust form stronger soles.

In no time, my bare feet would be entirely acclimated enough to absorb whole beer bottles and volcanic rock when walking through this desert.

No stream in sight