parenthesis (vb): a migraine and reluctant urge to cancel on a desert excursion, pulling through and finding one's self watching fellow students decide between soft and ultra soft tissues for 5 minutes when on an immediate and urgent grocery run, we got the big water bottles because no one thought small ones would be better. hindsight: small water bottles would have been better. the perpetual context of you not knowing 'bangers' to join in the road trip experience but enjoying the passion of those around you nonetheless, a steady quad biking affair which started with fear and ended with 'just five more minutes' amid expansive sand dunes and a spectacular sun. how can something so dry, so hot be so versatile, so beautiful? a rescue team and strangers helping one another with the heaving of vehicles out of the dunes. prayers among the rocks and a swooning blushing sun as car tires are deflated, purposefully, for an expedition of exploring the sea within the desert. tires splashing against the tides; sunsets, laughter and terrible photos — crazy cars like the ones in reels zooming up and down the sandy cliffs challenging gravity for a duel with their lives — but bliss. until you're jerked up by a family searching for their children who disappeared with the sun at sea, a dozen people of different backgrounds walking around shouting the same names in a dozen different accents till a cry in the distance is heard and the hearts all settle back in their rested place — at once. the chatter rises and dips as the speaker in the background provides all the necessary feels for one to romanticise their life. you count the stars still shining through the energy-clad night sky before pulling yourself up; it's time to go home.

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