The Dust Devil of Consciousness
A blinking array of lights flash numerical warning codes. Debris float loose around the room as a man, strapped tightly into his seat, lifts his head.
We need a new literary movement.
In the Wichita Mountains of Southwest Oklahoma, there are a series of caves known locally as the rock rooms. In my early 20s, my friends and I had searched for these caves on several failed outings—one of which ended with a fractured ankle, but that’s another story.