I’m out at the Salton Sea right now, writing from a Slab City art camp, listening to the American Astronaut soundtrack and the Tom Waits my ex played on, (favourites of the guy who owns this camp), a dog named X-Ray at my feet. “hey boys, hey boys, gotta message for you, about a thing called love..” It’s spectacularly weird, just right past Salvation Mountain, all art cars, hubcaps and skulls hanging from trees, and solar power everything. If all of my camping was this comfortable, in a space like this, I might convert.
I’m getting a ride with Claire into L.A. on Friday evening, though I don’t have a place to stay yet, while Lung and Natasha are driving in on Sunday morning.
We’ll be in San Fran as of Monday.