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"[A] recent study found that every time the temperature rises another tenth of a degree Celsius, another 140 million humans find themselves living outside what scientists call the 'human climate niche,' the zone with temperatures where our species flourishes."

“there aren’t even any wounds any more, and no verb at all shall ever be heard again, no memories, no traces […] the last word has died away long ago […] for only the bare crust of the earth remains, only the thick black dead cold ashes, in which we stand facing each other” --László Krasznahorkai via @dreamsofbeing_

Megalopolis I.

"Incarnations

Do not deny,
Do not deny, thing out of thing.
Do not deny in the new vanity
The old, original dust.

From what grave, what past of flesh and bone
Dreaming, dreaming I lie
Under the fortunate curse,
Bewitched, alive, forgetting the first stuff...
Death does not give a moment to remember in

Lest, like a statue's too transmuted stone,
I grain by grain recall the original dust
And, looking down a stair of memory, keep saying:
This was never I."

--Laura (Riding) Jackson

Postum 12.