Mountains sit low on the edge of the desert, their view almost completely obliterated by the heat haze on the horizon.
A hooded person sits with a listening device, headphones, binoculars, looking— (faintly at first, then growing in clarity "temporary darkening of the sky" plays over the radio).
A storm is approaching.
She moves into the base.
"The transmission was playing again."
"I couldn't reach the other bases."
Sand and dust kicked up by the wind tick at the surface of the building. White noise.
Base 1, Quadrant 7,5-7,6
(geo coordinates undisclosed)
We are here to "gain a sense of vastness, of extremes, if only for an instant. To latch onto the contrasts, the before and after, the speck verses the mountain…" But we have a lot of work to do to even pretend what this stuff is, what it all means. They asked us to find the substanent meaning. Substanent: "means of living, sustenance, livelihood," from latin subtinentia, "endurance".
What is the nature of existence? The why, if you will?
Rational civilization has destroyed itself searching for the answer, for a chance at knowing. Yet we look, too. Perhaps not to answer the question, not immediately, but for the speck.