I remember as a child when my parents used to drive from Las Vegas to California or vice versa. We often drove through the desert at night which had an eerie but numinous feeling to it.

With only the stars and moon illuminating the nocturnal dome, it felt like you can drive forever. But I’ve always wanted to go off-road into the unknown and wild heart of darkness of the desert.

With never ending flatland in all directions, you get to experience infinity in all its horrific beauty. There’s no horizon or end in sight, but sand and inky blackness.

If the animals don’t get to you first and as night turns into day, the oppressive sun bears its onerous rays on you. You may be able to see, but the only thing in sight is just more of the same flatland rolling into eternity.

Here, infinity is the graveyard of sand and dirt. It patiently and slowly stitches you back into it’s tapestry.