researching Dead Water
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The road begins to disintegrate, its surface crazed and sunken under the weight of so many trucks, bound for Dubai with loads of boulders and gravel.
The currents here sort the ocean’s trash and hurl it onto the beach to make strange, apocalyptic waymarkers.
Round the bend is a bend and around that bend is another bend. Madness and despair. Lights in the sky.