In a few hours, it will rain so hard that the 15 will close. Everyone will assume I’m trapped in Primm because of the flooded roadway. But I am here on purpose. I am here because I have passed by it many times and I want to know what it feels like to stop and stay. Primm is on the border of California and Nevada, but it doesn’t seem to exist in either. It is an in-between place: too close to be a stopping point on the drive to Los Angeles, too far to be its own destination. It appears from the highway, and then it vanishes. I want to be in Primm because I want to vanish, too. I booked a room at Primm Valley Resort and Casino a week in advance. I’ve been getting the We look forward to greeting you emails and imagining myself 40 minutes outside of Las Vegas, three and a half hours from Los Angeles. Check-in isn’t until 3, but I arrive early. I wander an empty parking lot. Thunderheads darken overhead. Primm contains three gas stations, three casino resorts (one is open, one i