The occupier can always go home.

-Fatima Bhutto

 

Surprisingly few people go to our graveyard on the day of the dead, though one freak in a white jeep almost hit us. It felt good walking the graveyard and it's fine that Trudy's not there. So many grave stones are knocked sideways or on their heads, but we can dig the root vibe. I'd choose to be Ash but with a big old rough stone like Thompson. The way it goes, who knows.

 Trump's insane. Bankrupt in the brain. He'll destroy the United States. 

 Daydreams and memories merge. The stairway in the first school. Decatur. The space between the headboard and the wall: a fort. In mount Zion, Illinois: it could have been anywhere, it could have been nowhere else. The unification of inner and outer life goes on. 

 What if you looked at a painting and the figures started moving? What if you looked at a landscape and everything stopped like a painting? 

 Temple of Mammon. Course of Empire, Course of Time. The Long View of an Endless Cycle. Who's the Architect, Who's the Reckoner of Space, Who's the Destroyer. 

 There is a profane contagion, a touch that disenchants and returns to use what the sacred had separated and petrified.

 Giorgio Agamben                                                                                                 In Praise of Profanation