Author: Greg McBrady

Unwinnable is the word on every tongue        She is not concerned with that        She travels west        to the foothills of the Sierra Madres        everything in a small Norwegian backpack Citizens in suicide suits mimic meteors against the atmosphere        We are on a plateau above a crystal lake        She takes a journal from her pack        and shows me a page of hand-scrawled circles, lines, arrows        hard-scratched text in ballpoint black Office towers cascade like glaciers  ...