About: Toward sunset find a silent shuttered room. Sit or lie; let your eyes slide shut, your heart slow. Your mind will likely race - a smear of pictures, leering sideshows, music. Places you've tasted, your private dreams. All ways to bribe you from the dare you take, this risk of a trek toward home, a healing journey. Coax your lidless inward eye to find... the place where you know broad serenity... here, way out west.