Magna, Utah.
There’s something about this place that has always perplexed me. On one hand it is everything people accuse West Valley City of being. Sure the accusations West Valley faces definitely check out (for crying out loud two or so teens got shot and killed in a Halloween party last week) but Magna takes it to a new level. I remember hearing about a haunting tale about a boy who got shot in the forehead in what many suspected to be a gang related incident. The mother, in her despair, tried to end her own life by running into traffic. God, this makes me wonder what sorts of horrors unfold here on an any ordinary night.
And yet whenever I visit I feel as if everything has clicked back into their rightful place. Anemoia washes over me. I can’t shake the feeling that I, at some point, was supposed to move here and have a full life with a group of family and friends I would find all on my very own right here in this broken town. Maybe I did in some alternate universe, that guy may be cool as shit
There’s something about this place that has always perplexed me. On one hand it is everything people accuse West Valley City of being. Sure the accusations West Valley faces definitely check out (for crying out loud two or so teens got shot and killed in a Halloween party last week) but Magna takes it to a new level. I remember hearing about a haunting tale about a boy who got shot in the forehead in what many suspected to be a gang related incident. The mother, in her despair, tried to end her own life by running into traffic. God, this makes me wonder what sorts of horrors unfold here on an any ordinary night.
And yet whenever I visit I feel as if everything has clicked back into their rightful place. Anemoia washes over me. I can’t shake the feeling that I, at some point, was supposed to move here and have a full life with a group of family and friends I would find all on my very own right here in this broken town. Maybe I did in some alternate universe, that guy may be cool as shit