They come for the dark first: a sky that is patient and indifferent, a highway ribboning through scrub and heat, the small mercies of distance between cars. Downrange strips its world to essentials—a pulse, a trap, and the quiet logic of survival—and in doing so it forces us to ask what we really mean when we talk about danger.
They come for the dark first: a sky that is patient and indifferent, a highway ribboning through scrub and heat, the small mercies of distance between cars. Downrange strips its world to essentials—a pulse, a trap, and the quiet logic of survival—and in doing so it forces us to ask what we really mean when we talk about danger.
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