'I don’t use psychedelics. I don’t even take cough medicine. Does having visions inside a cactus count as a relapse?'

A woman walks into the desert to hide from the stress of having a chronically ill husband and a possibly dying father. While trying to find her way back, she confronts her grief with wry, dry humor, profundity, and candor. It's hallucinatory yet so relatable and real. I did lots of highlighting in this one!

''Some path. Some path in some desert in some life. And this is the part of the life where I am lost in the desert.''