Visceral evocation of tremendous desert heat. Wavy and mirage-like, like a scene from Herzog's "Fata Morgana" (if you haven't seen it, do), with some Don Quixote vibe, as well (I knew nothing about Don Quixote at the time).
The giant sig was how I rolled back then. I started scaling back the whole "Big Me" thing at age 11, when I spent hours/day in meditation or frozen in exotic yoga poses.
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