Imagine for a second a diamond encrusted room filled with analog synth lines, chaotic static and a pulsing 4 on the floor 808 beat. At the center of the room is a mystery resembling a spider, but also a glowing goddess. As you enter the room, the mystery is resolved in frozen time, crystallized in recoil. You leave your lost notions at the door, take an uneasy step inside and the room turns hot. Fire.
This is a solar panel farm outside of Las Vegas. Apparently this area is a dirtbiking/ultralight haven. Hopefully nobody bumps there head on a solar panel...
