Saturday, May 11

Something about the opening line of this:

We're now in the twilit interstitial world where iMacs exist but DOS programs are still being made; when selling out to Altavista was a big deal; when remnant Dr Who fans were still openly mocked by the BBC...

I've been thinking lately that the recent past is often stranger to us, more alien-seeming from the current moment, than our most distant cultural memories. It's the proximate change you feel most. "A decade ago, it was like this, and now it is like this."

Monday, May 6

I wrote a text file about the apocalypse.

Well, maybe more about knowing things.

more: scenario.txt

thursday, may 2

from a bus running north out of boulder

the sun, degrees above
the ridge of the mountains
casts a pale light

all things stand in sharp relief
against the husk of the day
and in the lengthening hours of middle spring,
these towns and roads
lie like some beach newly exposed
as the tide recedes