I’ve always found comfort in the “different”. In strangers, strange places, and dark corners. There’s always a story worth listening to. One to learn from. One that I can use to guide my own life and decisions on. It’s always led me to the people and places I love most. It’s allowed me to leave many lives behind so that I can focus on the one I want. This one, the one I’m in right now, is covered in red dust, bathed in the glow of the moon, in the middle of a barren and desolate place, that enchants and entices one to contemplate why they would want to live any other way.