Tuesday, March 31, 2026
I use to think about dying when I was a kid, and then watching people to see if they noticed, what they would say, and then I would pop back in from another door, and say that wasn't me, I didn't die. I just wanted to watch them watching me being dead and hear them talk about me, but they probably would not say what they were really thinking. They would be irritated I thought, finding out I was faking dead, and ignore me. I thought about wishing I could start over from scratch, but I'd still be me, or what's the point, but you can't really start over again unless you're alive, and then it's really not starting over, it's just trying to be some one.
Mostly it is very hard realising about another one that that one is not thinking, is not thinking when it would seem that thing is a thing they would naturally be doing.
It's a very strange thing to think of existence, and then to think of oneself as having existed, thinking the body is all of our existence. It's impossible to imagine when one feels oneself as a passenger in the body that is so familiar and also ever so strange, to no longer exist in the way we know of existence. I think Gertrude Stein is in my thinking now and therefore in these words.
It makes me a little unhappy that everything is a little funny. It makes me a little unhappy that many things are funny and pecu;liar and strange to me. It makes me a little unhappy that everything and every one is sometime a little queer to me. It makes me a little unhappy that every one seems sometime almost a little crazy. It does make me every one a little unhappy that every one sometime is a queer one to me. It does make me somtime a little uncertain, it does sometimes make me very uncertain about everything and always then it is perplexing what is certain what is not certain, who is a queer one, what is a funny thing for some one to be wanting or not wanting or doing or not doing or thinking or not thinking or believing or not believing.
You see it. Then you don’t. A drone in the sky. A missile beneath its wing. It is a picture of an inevitable collapse. No negotiations, no warnings, just the chilling, mechanical logic of destruction. Every time a silhouette like this appears, a world beneath it is about to be violently unmade. This is the last portrait of a place before it became a memory.
This image is a portrait of suspended animation, the terrifying, heavy silence that always precedes the sound of a dream dying. In the fraction of a second that this photo exists, there is still a world beneath it. There are families gathered for lunch, children arguing over a game, neighbors exchanging gossip. A whole, complex ecosystem of ordinary life, completely unaware that its clock has run down.
We write these words, and we share these pictures, so that when that certainty crashes down, the people beneath that grey sky are not erased by the dust that covers them. They are not just statistics; they are the worlds that silhouette ended.
Dona Abu Sitta
John the plumber said the alarm was something to do with the elevators and the phone company and it's still working to not be alarmed by the alarm it's just part of the character of the building and I thought yeah it's part of the character of the built world as we know it but I didn't say that to John the plumber though I feel like he would agree on some plumb level at least.
Love it or leave it you got no choice. When the landlord says you, when he says we, he means I, he says We shall not be moved, I will be here for 99 years, after I'm dead I'll be here to haunt you, my tower with eyes will be watching you, he says we shall overcome, he says this is home. He means you shall be moved, if you ain't got the cash money, I shall overcome you, this is my home, I mean my real estate, baby, it's not your park anymore. I was thinking of the Overlook Hotel in The Shining, the movie, not the book of course. This is another version of The Overlook Hotel, built on a watery graveyard of the latter day empire.
The shame of America. He says you are America but you say America is a shame. America is no land for you and me. America is the land of land lords and America would be the evil lord of Earth and that is a shame as the land lords destroy it. America is an abstraction of the Earth. America is an ill-designed set of specious illuminated words, with lightning crackling all around a beacon for the crash and the death of birds.
The fire alarm rang last night and I let it go I said I'm not going to call again and then some one turned it off. The lightning was wild. Several cars were parked alongside the Obamachron with their lights on. Some one said the news said a woman disappeared by the Obamachron but I never hear anything more. I saw the remains of a meal at the end of the alley, and some one said there was a woman laying there and some one asked if she was ok and she didn't say anything. Some one called and they came and took her somewhere. This sounds like a story but it doesn't end. The fire alarm is ringing now and again as the sun rises and the wind cries like ghosts enveloping birds.
Monday, March 30, 2026
"Land Day" (March 30th) stands as one of the most prominent milestones in contemporary Palestinian history. It is not merely a commemoration of reclaiming land, but a profound symbol of resistance and steadfastness (Sumud).
What occurred during the 1948 Nakba is being echoed today in the Gaza Strip through a war of genocide. We find that the "wound is one" and the colonial methodology is repeating itself, albeit with unprecedented technological and destructive intensity.
The Parallels of Displacement
Loving repeating is one way of being. This is now a description of such being. Loving repeating is always in children. Loving repeating is in a way earth feeling. Some children have loving repeating for little things and story-telling, some have it as a more bottom being.
Colonial post-fascism is characterized by three processes that Du Bois wrote about. First, colonial post-fascism involves a bifurcation between colonial violence and peace, such that Western powers in the inter and postwar period could make commitments to world peace without interrogating the actions of their empires. Second, colonial post-fascism involves the process by which empires developed their imperial practices to rebuild from the effects of the war against fascism. Finally, colonial post-fascism involves the U.S. empire increasing its militarization, which developed in the fight against fascism, to secure colonial power under the rhetoric of maintaining world peace.
Ali Meghji
I listen to a lifetime of noise and song. I'm left here in my own self with a ringing in my ears. Everything I ever heard is here with me. Some day I may not be able to see the world anymore, and I'll still have ghostly images in my head, like visual echoes of the lost and found world, and an astral ringing in my ears.
The graveyard of empire is expanding. I feel better about it now. I'm gleaning the making of americans. I feel better about it now. It may not last. I simplified the arrangement of flowers in the kitchen, composting the dead ones. I feel better about it now. When I went up to see the chron I thought of a worker saying in his head maybe emerging from a hazy dream, What if I go to work in the land grab this morning only to find there's nothing there? I'm sorry it's there, but I feel grateful for documenting it every single day, and I feel better about it now.
Always from the beginning there was to me all living as repeating. This is now a description of my feeling. As I was saying listening to repeating is often irritating, always repeating is all of living, everything in a being is always repeating, more and more listening to repeating gives to me completed understanding.
Sunday, March 29, 2026
Every one then has in their living repeating, repeating of every kind of thing in them, repeating of the kind of impatient feeling they have in them, of the anxious feeling almost every one has more or less always in them.
There is then a whole to living, mostly everybody has for this an anxious feeling, some have have not any such anxious feeling to the whole of them, many have the anxious feeling in every minute of their living, every minute is a whole to them with an anxious feeling which each minute ends them.







