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West

The arid land beneath the soles of my dusty sneakers slithers its way into the motel room. Its chipped floral wallpaper reveals lead tainted paint, and the carpet screams a damp odor. The toxic chlorine filled pool stings all over as the merciless sun burns through skin and bone. It is beautiful. Fresh and new. Free of failures and discontent, of unwanted memories. Miles upon miles of absolutely nothing. This is the beginning.

West

The arid land beneath the soles of my dusty sneakers slithers its way into the motel room. Its chipped floral wallpaper reveals lead...