|LIVE SCARCITY, MAKE ACCOMODATION, TAKE THE SHORTEST PATH IN THE JOURNEY|
|Creatures watching through
thick and milky lenses, peering into the light. A landscape of desolation and danger. The
narrow path of footsteps on the dune in the morning. Or at midday, a tunnel of darkness
and shadow against the ball of sun, reflection of sand. Not a land of open probability,
but a slim edge of the possible. Hunting in the eye of the dust devil. Mating in the
charity of a moment.