The sole feature of the landscape is a three-strand barbed wire fence. Beyond that is an endless plain stretching so far and wide that you can see the curve of the earth. It's the same on the other side of the highway too, itself stretching out into a singularity in the incomprehensible distance.

This was in the days before every rental car had a fancy stereo that can interface with your phone, so we had to depend on the radio for entertainment. No stations out here are strong enough to even register as a hit on the seek feature, so it loops all the way around from the bottom to the top and keeps going. Giving up, you end up tuning manually between the selection of two staticky stations: mariachi and country. The country station plays awful music, sometimes as many as two songs in a row without interruption by ads. They have a monopoly in these parts…

Every single ad is the same thing. Every single one. It's ads for auto body shops that repair hail damage. That happens a lot around here, apparently.

What an awful place.