i read red milk, not very well, i think, but is it my head or the book. it's about nationalism and how a kid could become a nationalist, in this case a neo-nazi in iceland. about how humdrum and happenstanial the case may be. the kid ends up dead on a train on the way to a world nationalist meeting. someone gives him red milk—did he order it, was it poison,  perhaps he ordered it and knew. i can be a lazy reader. he was coming to the end anyway. it's about the banality of hate, and how it spreads. i wasn't keen.

now i'm reading shifting the silence by etel adnan. i think of the obamachron outside covered in white crystals. i listen to iceblink, so soothing. a last picture after the storm and before the dark. 

we try to subvert the gods, buy their powers, corrupt their souls—we, a race of mercenaries.       (etel adnan, shifting silence).

we use the words, but nobody believes them, still, corrupt politicians use them against us, against nature, and it works because they have the force with them.