Cocteau Twins

My skin was kissed by the sun as I walked down the streets of Austin, Texas this beautiful Monday morning. I had “Heaven or Las Vegas,” “Fifty-fifty Clown,” and “Cherry-coloured Funk” on replay as I tilted my face upward every now and then to look at the beautiful blue dome of the sky that was above me. If you ever want to feel fabulous as you walk home, you should put on some music by the Cocteau Twins; it will change your life.


Dreams in El Paso are like the raindrops that fall on the desert. They evaporate when they touch the ground, creating clouds of hope that roam the skies in search of a place that will allow them to nurture the earth.

The Perpetual Shopper

The doors to Prada Marfa are sealed, leaving you with the urge to try on the products on display and prohibiting you from fulfilling your consumerist duty as an American.

Here in the middle of nowhere you are reminded of two things: the modern meaning of our existence and entropy.

“I shop therefore I am.”- Barbara Kruger

What do we live for? How much am I worth? The materialistic society that we live in makes us drive to establishments like this to shop and buy more. Our worth is dependent upon our ability to shop. How long do these things actually last? Should I base my entire existence on accumulating things that I can’t take with me when I die?

We are meant to decompose and disintegrate: the luxury goods, the Prada store, and the people who buy these things will one day disappear. Nature will erode the structures that we built and death will eventually take us away from this world. We will all return to the land and come back to life in a different shape or form.

West Texas

Twelve hours on the road allow you to reflect upon your life. You think about the past, the present, and the future. Memories become projected on the  vast plains and plateaus and tears stream down your face whenever you remember how alone you truly are on this earth. You become a different person every time you make the drive and you wonder why you left home in the first place. The landscape that you knew so well seems different, but it welcomes back its lost child. The mountains await you in the distance and the wind pushes you forward to help you get there faster. It is a strange feeling coming back to something that you knew so well, yet you have forgotten how much you loved it.

My Realization

I don’t need Hollywood to be a celebrity. There might not be cameras following me around all day, but I have enough material to put the Kardashians to shame. My life is memorable and exciting no matter what. I am out there “doing me” and doing it better than anyone else.