Journal
Read MoreSalt and Truth. May 2nd. California
Take a drive through the desert until you reach the Salton Sea and the air tastes of brine and earth, of loss and memories and something like regret. It tastes of the past and of dreams you can’t quite place. Maybe you feel like you’ve been here before or does it just remind you of something, of nothing, of everything, of love and salt and truth.
May 1st. The desert. Palm Springs.
That guy with tears in his eyes and ghosts in his heart. He loved her, and you could see it. You could see it and you told him that it wasn’t his to carry. You told him about grace, and you told him about the song. And you believed it. You were certain of it. So if it’s true for him, then isn’t it also true for you?
Jamie Twarkovsky