imperial

Imperial Valley is a sweet cocktail fragrance of decaying fish, dates, cabbage, cocaine, citrus, sweat and cigarettes emanating from land that rings our spectacular engineering failure, the Salton Sea.

William Vollmann, in his book “Imperial”, states

“IMPERIAL is.”

Yes, Imperial is.

A place of salt, sun, earthquake faults, heavy metals, agriculture, bombs, love, chipped buildings, elusive events, quiet voices comfortable in shadows, Imperial Valley is a conundrum of social and ecological existence. It is a landscape of grotesque beauty, making me wonder if Hieronymus Bosch primed his imagination by living this Imperial life.

Bordering Mexico, this Southeastern inland California valley is elusively captivating.


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