He put a large can of fuel into the car, and drove 40 miles around the salt flats and dunes to head into the mountains opposite and watch the sunset from the east. Climbing up the road of blasted stone, a cloud of golden dust behind like a veil, he thought this could be like any of those mountain passes on the planet where the population was driven, anywhere, really where suffering migrates from one place to another.
So it is that crime is wrapped in memory now closed, moving through Paradise.
One is tempted to think of the horror of war as something separate from their race. Genocide neatly set aside and placed in an archive labelled, "Evil", discounting the factors of debt, natural resources, capital and pure will to power that summon folks to war, and are simplified by the evening news so that any need for critical thinking is stripped from both subject and content.
But back to the film he had come to make. How could he make a film which could encompass his love for people, a longing for life, AND a bitterness from the fact that from many perspectives, Life can be as sad as it seems?
He thought of the irony that a sprawling, restricted weapons testing site lay just to the south of Paradise.
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