Photo: Dusk in the empty RV park, near San Antonio, New Mexico
The artificial lights of the RV park contrasted with the blue sky as dusk fell.
When I was renting our plot for the night, out of the blue the owner of the park told me that he was ready for terrorists because he had guns. I don’t know why an RV park surrounded by ghost towns in New Mexico would be a target for terrorism, but the owner in his isolated house clearly believed this was a risk. His TV was running constantly in the background, showing a news channel with rolling text, shouted words, and shiny logos swooshing across the screen.
Fear can be infectious, and when we bathe only in the artificial light we lose track of what reality looks like. There are things to be afraid of in reality, of course, but losing a sense of proportion means that meaningful change becomes harder.