it's so quiet in the ruins. there was so much space given to industry that when industry died there was that useless space and silence and nature grew in the ruins of men. 
today i was thinking about the hippies, and my head was cloudy, and it wasn't even what i was thinking but i said yeah but the hippies just want free love and to get high, or something like that i said, and r. said no they had political awareness, and i thought maybe i'm just jealous i missed it, and i miss it now. later i read on tomdispatch that it's the 50th anniversary of the summer of love and now we look back from a world dedicated to national security and constant fear and insecurity and the summer of love seems like something so unreal it could never happen, especially here. because what the hippies wanted was love and freedom, and these are what the national security state abhors, like nature itself. these are qualities of life, that can only rise like nature, in the ruins when progress crushes life and then crashes, which happened in a place like the above, or any other place devoted to security and dominance and profit over life. life comes up through the cracks. nature comes in the aftermath of disaster, of war, of business, of killing conquest, when the cancer becomes king and the king devours itself. 
i thought of these things but in a cloud, i thought of the fathers, not conscious of father's day, or the anniversary of the summer of love, just feeling the peace of this lapsed industrial zone, the absence of the father i no longer have to celebrate, the absence i'm forever free to love and ponder in what relative peace i can grow in the cracks of this cracked civilization.