yesterday's water today is ice. we dropped forty degrees into a painful abyss. i think about how we feel pain communally. if there is no community, what do we feel. pain becomes unreal. pain becomes isolation. we can't feel the pain of others. we only feel our own/ separation. in the end we end up blaming ourselves, for who is responsible, for the walls and wars and the relentless heartless commerce of the world. and the wherefore now world heart bearing the weight of displaced pain of emigration, brutal bordered, everywhere escaping with nowhere to go.
it's so cold i can't breathe today. the powers that unconstituted be global emergency. walking home this morning with my frontal lobe frozen i saw my shadow afternoon long heading south. the sun was bouncing off the mirrored tower an eerie magnified deadly cold refracted light that points the way away from the source, of generation degenerate, of direction loss.