For my brother's birthday, he got the present of a negative COVID-19 test result, so I will finally see him in person this weekend for the first time in five months. I plan to hand him an IOU for some rubbish advice demons.
This evening I left the house with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch for the first time in three days. Almost no one we met on the street was wearing a mask, which with the rising numbers in Massachusetts does not hearten me. What is the point of spending all this time not self-destructing if other people are going to take care of it for me? In any case, I took a few pictures.
( Unplug the sun to save on the electric bill. )
It is the seventy-fifth anniversary, too, of the bombing of Hiroshima, along with the bombing of Nagasaki the only use of nuclear weapons in war to date and I want this planet—this country—to keep it that way. The closest thing I have ever written to a ghost poem for this history is "The Trinitite Golem," which can be found in Clockwork Phoenix 5 (2016) and Forget the Sleepless Shores (2018). The hibakusha are still speaking for themselves and I don't know who's listening. Living memory is much less of a safeguard than I used to think it was.
This evening I left the house with
spatch for the first time in three days. Almost no one we met on the street was wearing a mask, which with the rising numbers in Massachusetts does not hearten me. What is the point of spending all this time not self-destructing if other people are going to take care of it for me? In any case, I took a few pictures.( Unplug the sun to save on the electric bill. )
It is the seventy-fifth anniversary, too, of the bombing of Hiroshima, along with the bombing of Nagasaki the only use of nuclear weapons in war to date and I want this planet—this country—to keep it that way. The closest thing I have ever written to a ghost poem for this history is "The Trinitite Golem," which can be found in Clockwork Phoenix 5 (2016) and Forget the Sleepless Shores (2018). The hibakusha are still speaking for themselves and I don't know who's listening. Living memory is much less of a safeguard than I used to think it was.
