Salton City’s inhabitants peer out of dirty windows at the newcomer. I feel a creeper’s eyes on my skin as I walk among the ruins of this place.
The closer to the water I get, the city’s deterioration becomes ever so overwhelming. Prepared to have monsters lurch out of the chaos, I slowly explore with morbid fascination.
The shoreline has more dead tilapia. Abandoned chairs rot with each incoming wave. I see the remnants of ghost fisherman sitting in these chairs, hoping to catch a meal, start a fire, and sit and enjoy a small comfort.
The lyrics of Jimi Hendrix waft into my consciousness….
“everything falls into the sea, eventually”