Crows Corner Monologues #2
The first few days in the desert I simply remembered scavenging and wandering. I've found some scraps I've been fiddling with, some old clothes here and there I could probably use. At the time there was this bliss of freedom, something that felt weirdly unfamiliar. Odd and squeamish. I've finally been able to see those constellations of the old dusty book I found long ago used to talk about. I think Orion is my favorite so far, but Andromeda has some cool badass vibes to her. The heat was definitely something to get used to but better sweaty then being mind controlled right.
During my time walking I've come across these people, zone runners, I think that's what I am technically speaking; people simply making their life out here. I still haven't found a new name yet but will get there when we get there. Not that I have anyone to introduce myself to. Keeping it low for now, besides it seems there's some sort of unspoken rules here, I still have to figure those out, but for now I'll stick to my guns and these nopales. I'm surprised no one takes advantage of them but hey more for me.
For the moment I've been watching the very few cars or bikes that make their way around route Guano. People laugh out of their mind or look out suspiciously. Though they all have one thing in common: color. Bright and screaming. Letting the world know they were here. It was honestly very cool. I still gotta work on that, like I said we will get there when we get there. This place wasn't your typical rodeo of help: respect is earned and trust is unbreakable. I saw it in the eyes of those masked. Now those people were it: The Killjoys.
I've only ever come across a few from a distance. They were easily recognizable. People around seemed to hold them in high regard, which made sense as my mind connected dots. They were the enemies to Bl/nd. The same ones getting ghosted (learned that one off the radio, still getting used to slang) in the damn MouseKat cartoons
Talking about slang, it was pretty fucking cool
Motor baby's, crash queens, Static! This Dr.Death Defying guy was great. The small radio I managed to salvage from this junkyard has been of help. News, actual news finally came and I've been figuring out history I never knew. Everyone seems to look forward, not many dwelled in the past bits but you could feel it in the air. Thick, haunting, redβchoked up like the last letter sent, never to be read.
I wanted to- no need to know more but for now gotta figure out how to survive out here. You can only last so long with crickets and nopales.
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