The Gas Station
Tuesday, June 30th, 2009In her dream, she is naked.
She is all alone, naked except for her high-heeled shoes.
She’s standing at a gas station in the middle of the desert. The midday sun is high in the sky, and the air is burning hot.
She looks around. Behind the gas station steep mountains reach for the sky. In front of it the highway stretches out for miles. But there’s not a car in sight.
She walks back and forth in front of the gas pumps, but still there is no traffic.
Even the gas station itself looks deserted. The pumps are rusty, the windows dirty. It looks as if no one has been here for years. (more…)





























