Some time ago now, I think, the twenty-four-hour news cycle fast-forwarded through itself and became an ouroboros self-devoured from inception. On the personal scale, I feel I should mention that I made it to my ENT appointment on Friday and received useful news about the state of the inside of my head that made the hassle of the COVID-19 test worth it and in the process had the closest thing to an actual date with
rushthatspeaks that either of us has been able to manage since the late winter and then I spent most of the rest of the day having what I identified after the fact as PTSD. Yesterday was better, except for the news. Today I have just read that the man in the White House has declared antifa to be domestic terrorism, which should perhaps feel more like the gloves have come off than it seems to: the dogwhistles have been ordinary whistles for so long, surely it can't be the first time he has openly acknowledged that the government of the United States is now a fascist regime? What else does it mean to be anti-fascism and designated an enemy of the state? Well, bella ciao. The Minnesota Freedom Fund is now encouraging donations to local, especially Black/BIPOC-led organizations, so here's the Massachusetts Bail Fund and Black Lives Matter, because they still do. Previously this evening I watched a movie I enjoyed very much. How to be a person in a burning world. It's not like I haven't read the literature.
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- 1: With life and so much loss, time has weighted us
- 2: Out in space, coast to coast
- 3: Like a sprig of yarrow caught in the dark
- 4: The moon still rises on everybody else
- 5: To the green field by the sea
- 6: Eating cereal, remembering the sky
- 7: We'll tell you of a blossom and of buds on every tree
- 8: Am I lost inside my mind?
- 9: And the biggest old rascal come tumbling down first
- 10: You showed me how to not throw my troubles away
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