goodnight world.

 bread, peace and land.

I get it. Folks are proud of him. He's the symbol of black enfranchisement and financial success and of the struggle for civil rights, though he didn't do the struggle himself, he's the symbol of the struggle, the inheritor of the civil rights leaders work. Though he's a symbol of something entirely different to me, I get it.  

 So, the Chicago Public Library only has two delivery drivers for the whole city? I went down to our building library, which is rather moribund and dwindling and I got a book I put down there before, The Monkey's Wrench by Primo Levi, after reading about his translation of Kafka which depressed him so that he jumped off the spiral staircase in the building he grew up in. Anyway, I hope the library doesn't get erased in this dangerous and dark time, because the absence of books would be far more depressing than Kafka, though I know for Levi it was more the concentration camp that sent him over. But I wonder if there would be outrage in America. There's hardly any outrage for the ICE concentration camps or the ongoing genocides, and I read that few people actually read anymore, anyway.

 Martin Puryear (Bending the Arc) peeks through the screen at the Obamas. I wish I had a more powerful lens. The title is ironic to me given that Obama privatized the park and did a bait and switch on the library and gentrified the neighborhood. His promise of hope and change and bending the arc of justice is as hollow as his Selma speech fabricated in giant letters on his tower in our park. It's a bad look for Puryear I reckon, but I suppose a real good commission. 

 Song of the day, A Hard Rain's A-gonna Fall. 

 Mother nature has a different idea of bending the arc than that of the oligarch in the park.