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Note from Flagstaff
By Jon Carver Note from Flagstaff. Arizona, Utah, New Mexico, Colorado. Real America. Mountain, desert, Mormons, the city without limitation or possibility. Land of mirage, phantom, dream, psychosis. What I thought was a ghost was merely trash bags on barbed wire. Golden hour at sunset. Golden hour at noon, wildfire. Ronald McDonald. Ozymandias. Road closed. Snow falls straight and ash is random. No fire in the canyon but close. For fish and people reprieve comes after disaster. Here It Is. The campaign against reality. F-150s, 250s, 350s, 450s and 666s of the southern army amassed on all sides like tanks at Fallujah.