“IT FEELS LIKE THIS ROAD COULD GO ON endlessly,” Elijah Wood says, spinning around and then walking on the flat, cracked earth of a dry lake bed in California’s Mojave Desert. “You are chasing something that you are not actually reaching.” We are staring at a mirage, walking toward it as it recedes in the dry heat a mere two-hour drive from Wood’s home in Santa Monica. “I’ll have to make pilgrimages out here.” In the distance, a brushfire rages, casting a smoke plume high into the cloudless sky, but Wood focuses on the dusty earth below us, and he […]