> Suburban Arizona is a study in paradox. Its streets bear names like “Whispering Wind” and “Sunset Pass,” though the wind doesn’t whisper — it rasps and howls, carrying the scent of sunbaked asphalt — and the sun doesn’t set so much as expire, collapsing behind McDowell Range in a blaze of theatrics.
As a fellow child of suburbia this resonates. The constant feeling like you have to leave to make anything happen in your life, but if you do you might regret it.
This rocks, also Rilke rocks
> Suburban Arizona is a study in paradox. Its streets bear names like “Whispering Wind” and “Sunset Pass,” though the wind doesn’t whisper — it rasps and howls, carrying the scent of sunbaked asphalt — and the sun doesn’t set so much as expire, collapsing behind McDowell Range in a blaze of theatrics.
love this
The biking anecdote really resonated although I think PA had more straightforward roads. Love the street names too
Last line really hit too
As a fellow child of suburbia this resonates. The constant feeling like you have to leave to make anything happen in your life, but if you do you might regret it.
Exactly!