I came to the desert to feel something. I yearned to feel the pull of the deep blue skies and to feel the rising up as I soared through cumulus white clouds and the apple sun like Icarus on a lost day.

I wanted visions and shamans that appear beneath sacred trees and impart wisdom in the racing mescaline day. One single oasis was all I asked, to clear the rotten cache of my memory where control alt delete was part of the natural order.