Everything must end

The sign was barely visible through the thick morning fog…Salton City Beach. I gripped the steering wheel and turned sharply to the left, and lumbered down the sandy road into the barren wasteland.

 

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”