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Utopia or Planetoid Luzifer?

"YESTERDAY

Yesterday the wind came to the bush,
Knelt and prayed in the bush,
Bled on the briar as it danced
Its incantation, yesterday.

Yesterday we walked in sackcloth
To the water, you and I,
Shrouding the rude skeleton of thought
In rough-clothed whisper, yesterday.

Yesterday I knew you and I loved,
I loved the soft wave licking at your feet,
You running on the sand, the gentle scrape
Of you upon my breathing, yesterday.

And now this endless calm.
Today, tomorrow, a tiny bush enflamed;
The far dark whimper of the hearth
Away, a light, alas, and gone
The mercy of a gentle rain."

--Lorita Whitehead

"Bookshops will soon no longer sell books, but only book-adjacent gifts, book-related merch and subscription cards to ebook servers."

"...you get used to living among palimpsests." --The Recognitions

"What will these projects reveal about what we used architecture to do, to project, to signify? I’m afraid they’ll evince that we were happy to use architecture to reinforce our sense of powerlessness in the face of huge injustice, that we were happy to be complicit in the hollowing-out of the civic realm, that the best we could do was hold up the status quo with the language of gentleness." (via @saintsoftness)