AN UNCANNY SOLACE (DECEMBER 2013)
when you walk around a city, there’s a layer of symbolism you project onto everything: abstractions like wealth and poverty, safety and danger, desire and disgust. the desert, by contrast, is a blank canvas. a lonesome road sign might point you to civilization, but otherwise, everything just is. the burden of meaning can be exhausting, and the desert frees you from it.
also, this trucker guy is a Charon of sorts. he picks up the lost souls of hitchhikers, and ferries them across the desert into the afterlife. someday i’ll make a comic about that.