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Hell Radio Part 1
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
January 3, 2012

“I cannot for the life of me remember how long I have been driving on this road. I’ve passed no mile-markers, intersections, towns, or even other vehicles. This asphalt ribbon is harshly straight and the center-line disappears into the horizon. The sun is high overhead. There is sand and short brush on both sides of the road that stretch as far as I can see. Low hills accent the horizons and there isn’t a cloud in the sky. That sky is a painfully bright blue. On a good note, the tank’s full.

“The clock on the radio is not displaying for some reason. I pulled over some time ago and got out to stretch my legs. When I got back in the truck I fiddled around with the radio but could not get the clock to work. The airwaves only brought me white noise.

“I’ve got no bars on my phone so I’m recoding this record in case I end up running out of fuel or worse. That clock also seems to be on the fritz. I hope the fuel gauge isn’t broke, but it has not moved from full. One thing for sure is that I’m tired. I think I need to pull over and take a nap. I’ll record some more later. I think I’d better keep my phone charged up too.”

With no knowledge of when the journey began, and certainly none of when it might end, our lone human drives thru a never ending desert of sun, sand, and brush. He is lost on a bleak black ribbon that fades into the distance as it crosses an expanse of arid wilderness that fades into the horizon all around. He finds no consolation ahead of him, or in the rear - view mirror. The airwaves are silent and his curiosity is just beginning to fathom the timelessness of the situation.