periodical magicicadas are coming this spring. they've been living on root sap underground for seventeen years. meanwhile above ground entropy is increasing, bombs are dropping, toxic spills and colonial powers making genocide for land and power. you feel it, the great unraveling. you can't be normal in a planet war. nothing can be normalized in the end of empire. we have to find a place for mom, and clear the house they have to vacate, and all the stuff of a lifetime, and a previous lifetime. i'm a hoarder you know mom says. we're at the end, you know.