I travelled to see my younger brother who’s lived in the States for 15 years. I arrived in Montpellier, Idaho, a little town on the old Oregon trail. I carried my Canon 5d camera with me. I met the town people and The Oregon Trail centre asked me to make a promo film for them. I whizzed up an idea and shot for a day, edited for another and as if by magic a story was told. The joys of travels with your auntie-camera always opens doors to people’s lives. I met the 11th Ohio cavalry group, who re-enact the Oregon trail journey and I got to ride with them. America the great contradiction, born of migration, immigrants and the destruction of the indigenous peoples that lived before the white man landed. Now its slowly falling apart, torn between its gun rights, treatment of its minority peoples and is splitting further in half, the extremes of our badly designed systems boiling up into the war of old and new generations. The world is beginning its phase of death or healing, we either stand together or fall apart into tribal conflict. Tick tock. I drive for 16 hours to Vegas to witness the utopian nightmare that awaits those that live Without and enter and embrace all things shiny.