The secrets of the mysterious world are being stolen. The mysterious secrets of the world are pimped out – for “likes”, for ephemeral notoriety, for profit. Consider this:
Oh, please don’t go — we’ll eat you up — we love you so! —Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are
I internet search a familiar Mojave wash. It was once familiar to the few and fanatic. We three walked and scrambled up a long granite slope to its beginning.There was a hanging garden, a few creosote and saltbush dusty olive against the gray stone. There was a ledge. We sat and looked down on a skull-shaped boulder taller than our combined heights. Far below, the acid green, pink and gold lights of a little gambling town began to flicker on.
My friends climbed up to the edge of what one of them called The Inner Sanctum and down-climbed in. I was not as skillful on the rock and stayed behind. I was happy with the silence and the fading light shifting over the giant skull. I knew I would never be able to go into the Inner Sanctum – and yet, I was grateful to know it existed.
Now anyone with Google can satellite down into the Sanctum.
And you. What would like to be kept secret? Can you write about it without giving it away. Your turn.
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