joshbrolin

07.04.2019 12:50

The man would just look up at me every so often and I would smile. He walked for an hour while I rode on the back of the camel, looking both at his shoes shuffle and glide then out toward the trucks with sand-dusted tourists on little cushions bouncing around in the back of them, bandanas plastered to their faces so I could see the outline of their open mouths and noses. As the winds came up, bits of trash blew, and the smallest little flowers growing out of the arid sand shimmered lively and reminded that we can survive the worst scenarios. I stared at the mountain range, and saw martian tents in the distance, and thought of earlier when the Asian woman with a black mask stood erect in the back of a still silver truck bed peering off into the distance (she was actually facing the rest of the parking lot) while her husband took photos of her. It looked like she was adventuring. She was not. The music coming out of the strobing ghetto blaster outside was a version of Boston’s “More than a feelin’”. French tourists. German. English. Saudis. They all looked the same to me. Tourists. I marveled at what we project onto these places, their backyard, as I rode along: “I read in the lobby about ant praying. Yes, ant prayer. Dung roll psalm #5. Shh. Listen. Shh. Hear it? Quiet! If you just fucking listen for a second you can hear it. You’re not available enough. You need to open yourself up. Seriously, the little one right there. The one with three legs. They’re called prayer ants. I’ve read about them. Been around for a long time. The lore is that one of these prayer ants bit Moses. That’s what I read anyway. They used to call them crabs but now they call them Prayer Ants. They’re capitalized now because it’s an actual title, like a royalty. Prayer Ants. They’re considered holy in this area. They have an international Prayer Ant Day now. I think it’s around Christmas. Off season. Let’s just sit here and listen for a moment. Make yourself available. Shhhh.” Then the camel ride was over. He knelt. I pet him. I shook the man’s hand. And now I’m back at the hotel with the infinity pool and the elliptical cardio machine in the gym wondering what I’m doing, then and now.

493 Comments

gillescg

gillescg

I just have to say, You have the most brilliant, creative, poetic way of creating stories, not descriptions, of the images you post, that have an amazing power of transporting the reader into the universe you are creating with each and every story you tell, Mr. Brolin. Thank you for that, as it’s truly a first for me. Much gratitude from a huge fan of your work. GCG

03.06.2019 00:11

jbookallil

jbookallil

Well written

27.05.2019 22:19

officialtravv

officialtravv

Woah... What an epic line of thought.

04.05.2019 20:50

2ligit2quit25

2ligit2quit25

@joshbrolin I don't think he was a tour guide, you might have been kidnapped.

01.05.2019 23:29

davidalanharvey

davidalanharvey

brilliant .. again !

17.04.2019 23:02

3tooz1

3tooz1

🇸🇦💚

12.04.2019 17:16

hopealien

hopealien

@joshbrolin it’s so neat traveling “with” you to a place I most likely won’t go. It’s amazing!!!! 👏😀

10.04.2019 23:18

__cinephile_

__cinephile_

Thanos in desert🔥🔥😍😂

09.04.2019 23:32

obz_d

obz_d

Has anyone actually read the whole description? I gave up when he was talking about shoes shuffling and sliding

09.04.2019 22:30

xrb6666

xrb6666

so cool

09.04.2019 19:46

wickham.cindy

wickham.cindy

👏👏you have awoken many souls with this post! You’re words reach through the resting brain cells and can obviously zap an awareness to many!! Keep sending them out like prayers for our frightening world 🙏🏼🙏🏼

09.04.2019 19:18