In the barrenness, I sit alone. The scrubs stetch out into the foothills of the brown mountains, regular punctuation decorating the grey sand. They rustle ever so softly at my feet.

I’m daydreaming. I’m not sure why I like this; I guess there is a sort of stark beauty here. Plain, ugly to some, but somehow elegant. A raw energy and grace only mirrored in the efficiency of industry. It’s neutral yet it is confident in what it is.

I like this place. It focuses my thoughts. I can examine all the issues, all the wonders… in peace.