A world tied in nets, with no secrets. Always watched and always available, we seek sanctuary in oasis, in a nameless land, unknown spaces, valleys where no one will ever come look for us. Basins, flat heights, where there is no other. We are individuals shut in a tight frame, solid, irreverent to the touch, not hearing and not uttering a sound. Mute, natural, remote land. One, where desolation becomes exaltation of isolation. A desperate scream breaks the alienating silence, because the skin is still but never numb.