No tuition, no grades, no power grid: why are people flocking to a ‘college’ in the middle of the desert?

A dozen writing students perched around a collection of weather-beaten couches, laptops balancing on their knees, ready to discuss their work. Next up to read was Ira Birch, a poet sporting black boots and a shag haircut. It was a scene reminiscent of any creative writing brainstorm happening on an...

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