"Everyone loves the end of the world
We all hope to enjoy the apocalypse
from a distance. A good storm
spares the roof but rattles the glass.
Children know: destruction is funny, sometimes beautiful.
A distant inferno would enchant your night
if you saw it from the next coast.
So much torment is shut away, you might even be comforted
by a Hell with space for your friends.
We build great telescopes to watch stars die
send divers to explore drowned cities, give prizes
for pictures of flaming sinkholes
or bones bleaching by a dry lake.
An old man reads of a decade he won’t see
lethal heat, scarcity of food.
It aches softly, like a sunset.
A new desert at the edge of town, some murders on the news."
—Tom Sastry via
"finding it hard to put into words just quite upsetting I find the idea of Google getting rid of the 'ten blue links' format of search entirely, genuinely feels like your landlord announcing he's removing your kitchen and replacing it with a bouncy castle, I need my kitchen, let me keep my kitchen" —@youngvulgarian.marieleconte.com
The Grateful Dead Dream Telepathy Experiment Revisited.
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