I explore abandoned towns on the border of Mexico and Texas. I commandeer an old, dusty motorcycle and drive it through endless horizons of rusted rock. Gunfire pops in the distance. A symphony of machinery. I fall asleep in an abandoned wrestling square, amid discarded luchador masks and rope burns. I dream in the sobering sepia shades of realizing the full extent of my mediocrity.
5:24 p.m. - 2018-02-26
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