Once again I’m reminded of Christ on the Cross, with the famous Hollywood line. Director yelling “Action!” and “Cut!”. Palm tree desert on location filming. The sand of Vasquez Rocks where the Gorn sleeps. Dreaming of Captain Kirk. Forsaken arid environment. Dust and heat and no consistent water supply, except for cacti. I am thirsty just thinking about it. Movie theater darkness, someone trying to slurp up the remainder of their soda, which is clearly now just ice. But that air pull on the straw and the sound that it makes. Left alone to watch the previews.
Forsaken is such a dramatic word. I’m not sure if I’ve ever truly felt it. Only in a comedic context, surely. Makes me wonder about others who have felt it though – perhaps refugees from around the world; from Syria, Mexica, South America, Africa. Stuck in their places, impossible to get out. Still may be impossible to get out once it becomes microscopically possible to get out.