i don't go this way behind the power station as much now. i won't see charlie on the broken wall again. i see her absence there.

 if everything that happens is normal i guess evil's normal. why can't we get used to it? has it always been like this? and if so why are some like me always shocked by the system? why do we always keep looking for justice?

what next. 

 

 he's a democrat with dementia and a proud die-hard genocidal zionist. 

 trump goes to the saudi palace, to make money blood money, avoiding israhell, ignoring palestine, the bombs still falling on the starving people of palestine.

 the wind is relentless. i only slept a couple hours last night on the afghan carpet. i did a bad thing leaving the windows open in a pesticidal dust storm rising from the exhausted fields. now the dust of the forsaken earth is in our lungs and minds.

 there was a guy in the film ground zero sleeping in a body bag. 

for a long time now it's felt like this is the end, and it just keeps going.

 

it was more than wind. it was supernatural.

 

what do you think is going on?

i think it's turning into something like squid games for real.

it feels like punishment. we're being punished. we're punishing each other. we're punishing ourselves. we're breathing a brutal unceasing wind of toxic dust and genocide. crying now for what's been done. the wind is crying. ghosts of the dead are in the wind.

 reading hope dies last. the same guy who wrote the world without us. this is where we're at, we can't survive ourselves, but somehow we persist in hoping against hope. if we're honest with ourselves we have no hope.

 so now it's d.j. genocide. and wind. endless wind.

 hope against hope. hope dies last. hope and change. beyond hope. 

what the fuck are we doing? this whole project is insane!

 

 no sleep, wind. 

a fifty mile an hour west wind. a dust storm. water in the toilet swaying. swallows flying wildly. olive knocks r.'s moonstone off the table. a fire truck passes slowly on the drive, red lights flashing. angry engines racing behind the museum. 

 nobody's surprised the u.s. lied about opening the way for "humanitarian aid" after the release of the u.s. zionist soldier. hamas knows the u.s. of israhell always lies. maybe they were just tired of keeping the fool alive.

 

give up the funk.

am i banished and why? 

banish is rather hyperbolic. think of it this way, you clawed the lamp, and now you find yourself on the other side. 

 nineteen months and seventy-seven years, of the nakba, of the intifada.

justice is inevitable.   mohsen mahdawi

 

 we have to be either pro-peace or pro-war. there's no other option. 

-mohsen mahdawi

 this is a liebrary like gaza is a war.

 but what does it mean that the mainstream is finally saying genocide? is it just because it's nearing the end? 

 what would palestine be without palestinians? the book of disappearance imagines if all the palestinians suddenly disappeared. the israelis are confounded. they don't know what to do. they are lost.

 Who could have imagined 19 months ago that it would take more than a year and a half of Israel slaughtering and starving Gaza’s children for the first cracks to appear in what has been a rock-solid wall of support for Israel from western establishments.

Finally, something looks like it may be about to give.

Jonathan Cook

 who cares? let's have more concrete playgrounds. let us be rewarded 

for all our hard earned pay.