THE BARREN WASTELAND STRETCHED OUT BEFORE ME, A DESOLATE EXPANSE THAT SEEMED TO STRETCH BEYOND THE HORIZON. THE AIR HUNG HEAVY WITH AN EERIE SILENCE, BROKEN ONLY BY THE HAUNTING HOWL OF THE WIND. THIS WORLD, ONCE VIBRANT AND FULL OF LIFE, HAD BEEN REDUCED TO A MERE SHADOW OF ITS FORMER SELF. TOWARDS the end, society had been pushed further into the more remote regions of the planet. The past few months i’ve been exploring the remnants of a SOCIETY that once called 36°22’42”n 112°24’17” w home.
