‘zona

April 7, 2005 – 12:46 am

so james lileks, my all-time favorite columnist, discovers unwittingly one of those descriptors that spurs a knee-jerk wince of nostalgia. good writers do that, i’m told. gives you whiplash.

The desert speaks to me. And it says: I will stick you and make you bleed. If I’m in a good mood. Or I might strike you down and bake you brown, a canapé for carrion-feeders. So watch it.
I like the colors of Arizona. Both of them. I like the mountains, which seem more approachable than the grand titans of the Northwest. I like the climate, and I like the architecture. It’s everything I didn’t grow up with, which may explain it. I just know that I like it. I’ve been saying I’d move here in five minutes if I could.
They all think I’m joking.


yeah. what he said. read the whole thing, as they say. a few other uncannily nostalgic descriptions therein as well…