| "I'm trying to remember it all, give the words back to them in the morning in the off chance they might hold some kind of meaning." |
"The
middle of Utah's Red Desert, two, maybe three in the morning. Light from
a full moon is spilling all over the place - down the shoulders of Caineville
Reef, across the long, flat sweeps of sage and rabbitbrush and greasewood,
through a thin braid of dry, nameless washes, onto the faces of seven
teenage girls scattered across the ground at the edge of a box canyon,
hoping for sleep. Lisa and Jenna are having weird dreams again, twitching
and mumbling, setting off on what seem to be conversations, passing off
a slur of words and grunts, even instructions: "Not that way," Jenna is
saying. "Go left. It's over there." I'm trying to remember it all, give
the words back to them in the morning in the off chance they might hold
some kind of meaning.
