Stranded in Marfa
Paranoia is never a good mate. And an accidentally locked in the trunk car key mos def a terrible idea. Especially when sun and moon are already changing position and the cold zooms creeps like in a Carpenter movie closer and closer to your heart. In a desperate state like this even a cop is suddenly your best friend, most notably when he is a super talented car thief.
But does this also help finding a hotel room in a surreal art hipster town in nowhere? No, of course it does not. But the right telephone number and a spontaneous host make beds appear like a magician trick. And from there the story goes like this: excellent Mezcal, delicious catering leftovers, deep talks – and much to much art by old white men. How we spend 14 hours in Marfa, Texas: