oh, this is beautiful. I'll never get over the way you write (and vid) landscape, the way that spaces get into people and under their skin. The image of Cecil leaving traces of the desert wherever he slept is going to stick with me, the idea that he's bound to Night Vale in a way that doesn't just have to do with City Council regulations and the Sheriff's Secret Police. And I love the idea that Carlos has been led here, that he's always had Night Vale in him too, in a way, and that there's something inexorable (horrifyingly inexorable, sweetly inexorable) about their path together.