Month: March 2018

The heavens are destitute. The void is not fertile. Here are the things that I thought that I knew: —They only come out at night. —If I kept driving, I could get away from them. —There was hope. The radio frayed into static, and the “woman’s” Mona Lisa smile curved upward. There was no meaning…

So far I am grateful for two things: that my uncle’s credit card hasn’t maxed out, and that the weather here is overcast.I can’t stand the stars anymore. It’s too real. I drive during the day, I only stop for gas. My radio is always on, it is always loud. I have been motel hopping.…

Before I started skipping from one motel to the next, before I screwed a GoPro to the hood of my car to watch me sleep through the motel’s window, I got a call from my uncle. I knew it was trouble the moment my uncle had called me. Last year his dog, Sadie, disappeared for…