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The open ground between destinations, which turned out to be the destination: Bactrians on fresh tarmac, an arc of milk offered to the morning, five unbothered horses in front of a storm. The steppe is where the Niva got its first flat, and where an audience of nothing turned out to be the best company for honest work.

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2026

Me on the Kazakh steppe with a notebook, launch gantry in the distance.
Ternary Dreams

Baikonur dawn notes

· An early research tangent on Baikonur that never entered the manuscript, and why some unused hours still refuse to leave.

2024

Through the Lada windshield: map on the dash, a truck ahead carrying two tanks.
 

Two Tanks, Northbound

· Steppe traffic: a low-loader with two armored vehicles, a long patient overtake, and history sharing the road again.

Me laughing on the rim of an empty blue pool in the steppe, t-shirt half up.
 

The Pool With No Water

· An empty basin in the steppe, a white ladder, and the high board ceremony performed entirely without water.

Me watching horses on golden steppe under dark storm clouds and rain.
 

Horses Before the Storm

· Golden grass, five unbothered horses, rain curtains on the range, and the ten minutes before weather becomes news.

Me, small on grey gravel of a drawn-down reservoir, walking toward turquoise water.
 

The Shore That Left

· A reservoir drawn down to gravel: walking a seabed that was water in spring, toward the strip that remains.

Me at a fence looking at a rainbow over gers. The red Niva nearby.
 

A Rainbow Over the Gers

· After the afternoon squall: a full arc over the village, the Niva steaming by the fence, and unearned perfection.

Me half under the red Niva on steppe grass, wrench in hand.
 

The Jack and the Grass

· First flat of the trip: the Niva on the jack in open steppe, a wrench, an audience of nothing, and honest work.

Me flinging an arc of milk from a wooden spoon over the green steppe.
 

Milk for the Road

· The libation lesson: a wooden spoon, an arc of milk to the morning, and a blessing performed badly but sincerely.

Bactrian camels walking away down new asphalt through pale steppe.
 

Camels on the New Asphalt

· The oldest caravan meets the youngest road: Bactrians on fresh tarmac, and right of way settled instantly.

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