"In all this there is no sin--there is only matter of discipline--but our concern is not merely to be sinless but to be God." ~ Plotinus, First Ennead II, 6
Without stupid and ignorant people, we would not have stupid and ignorant monuments, that people flock to and clog up, "ooh"ing and "Ah"ing over all the overwhelming stupid ignorance. Wasn't that long ago, this would've been beautiful sculptures carved into a hill.
"Disengagement means simply that the soul withdraws to its own place." ~ 5
Which is where I was at pretty much the whole time, because people make me recluse into a safe place where no one exists. Maya kept demanding that I take photos of her in-between the hordes of people mulling around like mindless cattle, consuming and vomiting out the space with nobody selfies and nothing-of-significance social media posts that will probably get more notes and likes that most of my posts because these people probably have followings that put mine to shame. I shot a cat for a while, then spent the rest of the time there glaring and zombies who were standing in my frame until I scared them off. People started paying more attention to what I was doing once I pulled the Mamiya out, but it was still quite tedious. Luckily, Maya is much better at talking to strangers, so once we got up the nerve to actually talk to people, everyone was cool with shifting around a bit for frame. Well...the ones that understood the language.
I knew better heading into it, but we went anyway. The only times I had ever been there were in July and August, over 110, but there were still a handful of people poking around. A Sunday in November was absolutely stupid. It wasn't even completely about tourists, but occupants: that little asshole of the desert, nestled up against Slab City, was packed with campers and tents. I have to assume that these are more permanent residents and desert rats, because I don't know who in their right mind would vacation there. The campers around Salton Sea, sure; as ugly as it is, it's still beautiful during very brief intervals between getting swarmed by dying gnats and choking on the stench of rotting fish. Way down south of Niland? There must be some pretty impressive riding terrain for people to venture way out there to camp around a tourist abyss.
How was your Sunday?