By wind we are shaped, on the wind we shall fly. When the earth’s pulsing heart is finally silenced, the wind will have dominion and polish its proud surface mirror smooth. Just another pearl hanging in the eternal night. The force of the wind is everywhere evident in the desert, shaping, smoothing, bending, breaking...

The brothers drive through this wasted landscape, passing discarded towns, discarded people, speeding toward The Grand Canyon and beyond.