Desert Lab (Pocket Scale)

Shared with me by my sister, Tina.

A small build, but it lands heavy.

A beige RV pulled off the road, parked somewhere that doesn’t ask questions.

Two chairs set out front— not arranged, just placed. Like a conversation happened or is about to.

A cactus stands nearby, keeping quiet record.

A crate of blue— too vivid for the landscape, too intentional to ignore.

Inside: glassware, ordered fragments, a system trying to hold its shape.

It echoes a familiar myth— chemistry in the desert, control under pressure, transformation with a cost.

What’s striking isn’t the reference, it’s the restraint.

No figures. No action. Just the stage, holding the weight of what happens here.

A home that can move chooses a moment to stop.

And in that pause, everything concentrates.