February 22, 2021

A paragraph from the work-in-progress Amateur Kittens Dreaming Solar Energy

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We set out at dawn the next day. Perhaps the motorcycles were only to look cool, but they were also especially well-suited to our mission. Riding single file through small towns on through even smaller towns until we reached the desert. Keeping our distance from one another in case there was trouble and we were forced to split up. This wasn’t desert before, but drought after drought was steadily edging the soil in that direction. You could still feel the residue of grass and trees as patches of it sped by. Greenery fading brown and grey. We had studied the maps and knew exactly where we were going, knew it so intensely it was almost as if we had been there before, had done this before, the route that unraveled before us providing some feel of uncertain destiny. As we rode, distances between us widened, we were naturally spreading out, each taking up our necessary space. Soon I could no longer make out either R’s motorcycle up ahead nor B’s motorcycle far behind me, but I could sense that we remained in formation, that the four of us continued to ride in sync. We had practiced this together so many times, each keeping our speed even and steady, sand blowing past us on either side of the thin asphalt strip. There was a lone building in the distance we all knew marked the turnoff, and I turned left on the road just past it. Even though I could no longer see them, I knew each of the others had or would do the same. I’d never felt more focused or, for that matter, more alive. It was another hour before we spotted the pipeline, stretching endlessly in both directions.



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