The Tule fossil beds surrounded me. An opening in the sediment, looking like some kind of eroded aperture, was the only means of moving forward.
“Countless others have passed through that archway.”
Once on the other side I found myself on top of a sluggish and apathetic landscape of white dust and disintegrated stratigraphy.
I barely noticed the cement sphere lying in front of me, seemingly deserted by Sisyphus. The sediments began to resemble a deformed Caesar’s Palace.
My vision was immediately compelled towards the horizon, which took the shape of the Mountain Crest subdivision retaining wall and the tiled roofs behind it.
“It is important to remember that those houses were abandoned the moment they became occupied.”
“More are coming.”
“Their motives will be difficult to understand.”