Reckoning
Two weeks ago,, a massive conflagration tore through the Rogue Valley. I finally drove through the fire zone, it's surreal. Entire city blocks in ashes and rubble. Kivan's old apartment building gone. All the green, lush Oregon underbrush, the blackberry and creeping vines, gone. The topography is stripped bare, revealing the bones of the hills and ravines. I see landscape i never knew was there.. It looks like a battlefield. It's quite the backdrop for the grotesque antics of the mad king and his craven coterie. Tomorrow, he is going to nominate a Martha from The Handmaid's Tale to Ruth Bader Ginsburg's seat on the Supreme Court. 6 weeks to the election; I can't watch, it's too terrifying Meanwhile, the global pandemic still stalks the land. Meanwhile, I sleep next to an inert, silent mass with a cold, closed heart. Is this really who I want to stand with as the world comes to an end? It In short, life is pretty fucking grim. Strangely, my job has been a