In quiet desperation we wish for companionship, some of us time travel to radio shows and find ourselves in the Art Bell universe. I wished to write about this, I felt it so strongly while catching myself feeling cozy. Let me explain.

As I became aware of myself year after year, as my existentialism and all of my isms became a self braiding vine, I have felt a deep aloneness which oftentimes resulted in me feeling depressed, and sometimes gut wrechingly depressed. It has taken much progress and a mystery miracle work for me to feel plain aloneness, that is, as an individual separate from all I see and experience minus the part in which I implore for death to pay me a visit. With a beautiful curiosity rising in me, in the blackness surrounding us, I was able to focus on the small dots that I am clueless about, that for all we know we might have gotten all wrong. How can we know if our observations are correct? I am quite skeptical of expertise since it is impossible to be in posession of every bit of information out there both in the known and unknown universe.

I felt love for the earth and for the bursts of community we are capable of.

I felt incubated and readied to be shipped to the Earth. Art Bell was such a communicator, he is such a timeless individual whose obsession with “looking for answers” prompted the rest of us to deem his show as therapeutical, it has alchemical elements, it transmutes our hidden minerals if we let it.

Midnight in the desert transports me somewhere I don’t wish to ever leave. Somewhere I look forward to visiting every weekend. A treat I get to enjoy every night as long as I am lucky. I tune in and wholeheartedly enjoy, as the night goes by, as the shadows lurk around in the room, as I open the vault of memories to welcome new friends and information.

Thank you, Art Bell, ad infinitum.