Monday, September 04, 2006
posted 11:22 PM
Hollis started to remember something, but then the difference in the air struck her, after Los Angeles. It was like a sauna, but cool, almost chilly.
They went up a ramp, into a covered parking lot, where he used a credit card to pay for parking, them led them to his car, an oversized Volkswagen like the one Pamela had driven. It was pearlescent white, with a small stylized Blue Ant glyph to the left of the rear license plate. He helped them stow their bags and her cardboard carton in the trunk. He dropped his half-smoked cigarette and crushed it with an elongated, elaborately distressed oxford that she supposed went with his suit.
Odile opted for shotgun, which seemed to please him, and they were on their way, something half-remembered scratching fitfully in Hollis’s head. They cruised past large, airport-related buildings, like toys on some giant’s tidy, sparsely-detailed hobby layout.
Hollis saw tungsten-lit industry beyond the bridge’s railings, a concrete plant. Her cell rang. “Excuse me,” she said. “Yes?”
“Where are you?” said Inchmale.
[Hollis, Hollis Henry, has probably appeared previously in one or two of these draft fragments, but as "P.T.". That meant Pretty Temporary, though.]
YOU CAN BET IT'S BEEN ONE LONG YEAR
posted 11:13 PM
From Louisiana, photojournalist David Burnett's Aftermath series.
Sunday, September 03, 2006
posted 1:12 PM
Friday, September 01, 2006
LIVE FROM THE PLAYA
posted 12:51 PM
Very best wishes to everyone at Burning Man !