Every chapter I write in the desert has a character and distance about it which I could not capture anywhere but within a void. There is a vacuum draw to the imagination when alone and far which delivers better and more correct words when the mind is seeking not solace, or peace, but truth: which is relentless within the void, which towers tall in the daylight heat, and coldly deep at night, and hard upon the gravelly sand, and like desiccating teeth upon the wind and open and vast and dead across the universe's vast face of energy changing to waste. That's why I go to the desert to write. And that's the reason I do always go alone.
My name is Kurt Bell.
You can learn more about The Good Life in my book Going Alone.
Be safe... But not too safe.