Contact in the desert – Full Review *Exclusive*
Day 1 We were somewhere around the perimeter of the conference grounds when the …. began to take hold, not the chemical kind, mind you, but the slow, toxic drip of recognition that I’d been here before. Three years prior, to be exact, wandering these same asphalt veins ( hotel ground) like a man condemned to rerun his own fever dream. Night One. That’s what the program says. The “getting familiar” phase, as if this were some kind of corporate retreat instead of a gathering of the damned and the curious. But I knew these faces. Christ, did I know them. The same desperate tribes of true believers, the glassy eyed prophets who’d been waiting since Roswell for someone in...