A single thread of dazzling light cuts through the un-light to shine on my home unit. All are well and rejoice in this return. I focus my labor toward new light and it’s hope. Movements have begun beyond my window. The short of the individual and the others is drawing to an end, as my … Continue reading Status Update: Fifty Four
Long hours await in deep questioning. My home unit is still, quiet, and unnerving. The others rest now, awaiting some new change. Outside my window, the dancer are danceless, staring, observing, as my labor begins.
Although subsided, the drumming became quieter in the hours of darkness. Within our home unit the others and I find it hard to ignore it as the drumming becomes polyrhythmic and seductive. As I begin my labor I realize the tiny movements have grown… …the dancers have returned…
Below you will find a communication that I sent to my Senators and Representative. If you so wish please use these words to communicate to your own. Right now you, and your colleagues in the GOP, are watching the news. You are seeing that the President of the United States is utilizing not the military, … Continue reading Congressional Communication for 23 July 2020
A drumming, distant yet clear, filled my home unit this morning. It is steady with deep rhythmic under tones that, while disturbing, moves I and the others. Sitting at my labor, I see tiny movements out my viewing port, that seem in unison with the relentless beat.
Once more I wake to find heat filling my home unit. Perspiration seems to glisten from the walls themselves. The others endure the wave. I find that the mold soot has transmuted into an ichor that covers my computing machine. My labor begins with great discomfort at these events.
Heat, oppressive and enclosing, fills my home unit. While enduring the others stand in wonder of the heats origin. As I begin my labor a dark thought invades my mine: is this a test, and to what end.
My home unit has shaken off the cold of days past. All now feel the warmth of new life, and yet the un-light that was once fading to something else, surges. My labor begins with knowing I must complete my own task.
The topic of this post will, and probably should, raise a number of eyebrows. Some will be raised due to the boldness of it, others due to anger at the accusation. To both those I will first state this: not all that belong to a conservative wing of politics are explicitly racist. That fact does … Continue reading On the Structural Racism of Conservative Politics
Warmth slowly returns to my home unit this morning. But with it un-light surges once more creating unnatural shadows. The others have noticed this, but continue with their deeds. As I begin my labor I find a film of mold soot has covered my computing machine.