"How I Lost my Mind in Mendocino"
by Jean Yaste

We are on our way to see Girls play….

The sun curls over the break waves as Highway 1 whips around the edge of America. Gabriel’s hands power the wheel as his head eclipses the setting sky. Magenta rays jut out from the crimson clouds, peaking into hues of emerald and marigold. Beauty so heartbreaking it tremors through my pulsing retinas and the colors melt into yet another tapestry. California sublime peaks round to reveal a mushroomed vagina-house awaiting our arrival (officially known as the Sea Ranch Chapel).

At first we blast past, not quite recognizing the bewildered dome built before us. Gabriel quickly steers his 86’ Toyota Starlet around to give this seeming fable a closer look. Lazlo immediately jumps out with his 35mm point-and-shoot fisheye to capture every possible angle. Gabe and I sit in the car, wondering where we are, then wonder what the hell we’re doing staying in the car. As we walk along the empty path towards the structure’s massive mahogany doors, I notice a sign informing me that this place is a non-denominational chapel built to shelter the weary traveler, that it is open to anyone and everyone. Inside it’s completely empty, with that same magenta sunlight now filtering through the stained glass windows. I watch my friends’ faces in it, they are laughing.

"How I Lost my Mind in Mendocino"
by Jean Yaste

We are on our way to see Girls play….

The sun curls over the break waves as Highway 1 whips around the edge of America. Gabriel’s hands power the wheel as his head eclipses the setting sky. Magenta rays jut out from the crimson clouds, peaking into hues of emerald and marigold. Beauty so heartbreaking it tremors through my pulsing retinas and the colors melt into yet another tapestry. California sublime peaks round to reveal a mushroomed vagina-house awaiting our arrival (officially known as the Sea Ranch Chapel).

At first we blast past, not quite recognizing the bewildered dome built before us. Gabriel quickly steers his 86’ Toyota Starlet around to give this seeming fable a closer look. Lazlo immediately jumps out with his 35mm point-and-shoot fisheye to capture every possible angle. Gabe and I sit in the car, wondering where we are, then wonder what the hell we’re doing staying in the car. As we walk along the empty path towards the structure’s massive mahogany doors, I notice a sign informing me that this place is a non-denominational chapel built to shelter the weary traveler, that it is open to anyone and everyone. Inside it’s completely empty, with that same magenta sunlight now filtering through the stained glass windows. I watch my friends’ faces in it, they are laughing.