NO. 27 | PERDIDA

Perdida is Spanish for lost. Not misplaced. Not confused. Lost in the way West Texas intends.

Culberson County does that to you. The roads thin, the signals disappear, and the land opens so wide it resets your internal compass. Out here, being lost isn’t failure. It’s freedom. The vastness presses in just enough to make you feel small, then sets you loose inside it.

There’s a line from Red Shahan that belongs to this place: let’s keep the lonely places lonely as long as we can. Because the loneliness is the point. The emptiness is the gift. These are spaces that don’t ask anything of you except to show up and pay attention.

Perdida carries that exhilaration. Prickly pear flashes green against the heat. Pink pepper snaps sharp and alive. Sandalwood settles in underneath, steady and grounding, like a lone wolf moving with purpose through open land.

This is the joy of being lost in a place big enough to hold you. The Lone Wolf. Liberating. Honest. Necessary.

Lost is good.

PLAYLIST VIBE: Father John Misty; Red Shahan