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Tablecloth.

"TO MY RIGHT--who? The deathwoman.
And you, to my left, you?

The travelling-sickles at the extra-
celestial place
mime themselves whitish-grey
into moon swallows,
into star swifts,

I dip to that place
and pour an urnful
down you,
into you."

--Hamburger's Celan

"...they dream of splintering governments and carving up the world into hyper-capitalist, democracy-free havens under the sole control of the supremely wealthy, protected by private mercenaries, serviced by AI robots and financed by cryptocurrencies."

"Touching grass is not enough I need to get stuck in a hollow log" --@lukelukeluke.bsky.social

"I think of it as collective stubbornness." (via 12ft.io)