Dust
Once this is over, it will start all over again.
Self-Portrait (1944) by Dorothea Tanning
Once this is done, I’m driving straight out to the desert, all alone. Minute by minute, the trees get shorter, the grass succumbs to dust, the car dealerships sprawl out in every direction, then yield to outlet malls and casinos. Parking lots and warehouse stores emerge on every horizon, then surrender to wind tur…