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Kirguli I’ve found that when I have the blues like I’ve had, there are three things I want to do: 1) work more, as a relief from thought 2) drive around looking at things 3) buy stuff. One possible explanation for American culture is that most people are actually as depressed as I have been recently. “The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.” They thus spend their lives on work, cars, and crap. This should be the motto of at least half the municipalities in America. LABOR, MACHINAE, RES. The imagery should be updated with the motto – no more suns rising on farms – men in suits driving cars past women nicely accoutred buying crap. I’m sure you could have gotten Wasilla back in the day to approve a new town seal that looked like this. Just put a Jesus in there somewhere.
These thoughts in Kingman, which seemed like a shell of a town, but it had a nice grid plan and a few decent buildings, and so a few Californians had colonized the place selling antiques. I presume they only spoke to each other, but I didn’t ask, it seemed less interesting while I was there than it does now that I think about it. Coastal colonists in the middle of nowhere might know a thing or two about loneliness. Still having the blues though, conversation seemed unappealing compared with shopping, and so I picked up a column for $35. It was an odd green color, but then again, so is my truck. It might need a new finish but you can’t get someone to carve you a new column for $35, not of real wood anyway.
From the Kingman Prison.
One of the curious buildings in town was an old jail, adjacent to the courthouse. I took a photo of the odd sign on its side, “IT IS UNLAWFUL TO COMMUNICATE WITH PRISONERS WITHOUT PERMISSION FROM THE SHERIFF’S OFFICE.” The building was in fine shape but did not appear to be used anymore. Its modest dimensions – about the size of a three-bedroom house – obviously cannot satisfy the needs of the modern military-industrial complex. Though Kingman appears to be the kind of place where no one lives, Mohave County just scrapped the old jail’s successor, a 47,000-square-foot facility which has held nearly 500 inmates at times, though supposedly it holds only about 200 comfortably. The new jail, opened in 2010, boasts 266,000 square feet. Possible uses for the old jail, according to the Kingman Daily Miner, include “a transfer station for private prison corporations.”
There was a stone house down the block from the jail which reminded me of home back East – the plants were well watered and trees were growing around it, and its proportions suggested the 19th century. It made me miss home but it also made me realize that the road was rising out of the desert.
A bit of the East in Kingman.
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