Hudson Kalmans Rocky Mountain Dynamism
Back in the 80s, there was a trend to carry around bricks and go up and
destroy old abandoned buildings or gas stations by hurling them into windows and then running away as fast as possible. The consequences were obviously severe, but only if you were caught. Playing with abandoned buildings used to be really fun. That was until the first homeless person also figured out how good a deal it was. Throughout the next decade, one abandoned house turned into a little cul-de-sac, a wasteland neighborhood. An array of kids on tricycles and new playhouses turned into dispersed pallets and broken power lines within a couple of years. The bricks that the kids used to play with are mysteriously gone too. The park is also really different from what it once was. The only time where there is someone that you would want to hang out with over there is at 10pm on a Friday night. Maybe you’d find a group of high-schoolers trying to decompress for the weekend. Any other time you will just find a crackhead trying to decompress from life. Since it is so dry, it goes from hot to freezing very quickly. Nobody really likes to deal with the frigid wind coming from the desert—luckily there are plenty of options where people can crash for the night. Motel 6 was luxury living compared to the public housing with all of the mold and broken utilities. Hardly anyone owns anything anymore, other than credit cards and payday loans. In fact, almost everyone is in debt to one organization or another. Rocky Mountain, Nevada has the most underrated sunsets in the west. The stars were bright and the moon was nowhere to be seen. I used to love coming to the park at the end of the moon cycle, just to see the dancing brigades of light. I could never understand how people lived without them. Somehow they soaked up all of the light in the sky to the 40
