“Utah Valley Gothic”
The mountains are far away. The mountains are close by. The mountains surround you like a fortress — or a cage. They are at a fixed distance from your window. Are they closer today than they were yesterday? You lower your eyes: you know not to look too long with anything besides admiration.“I hate the grid system,” you say. “I like when streets have names.” “Nonsense,” your friend replies. “The grid system is so sensible.” “I just don’t get it,” you say. “We have nothing like that out East.” Your friend’s pupils expand; the whites of their eyes disappear. “The […]
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