A white car throws the sun back up into the sky at 73 miles an hour. A hot wind kicked up by the car's passing deceives the world with quick movement into thinking that it's a cool breeze. Pebbles bake by the gray grass of the median. The glinting green of faraway signs wiggle in funny frequencies with the radio stations through the curving film of heat against the surface of the asphalt. A radio in a truck in another lane crackles and sticks to the waning American station that, some years ago, would've had the budget and power to broadcast out here.
This is a blasted land.
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