here is a daily meditation. the romans believed that the sahara had been fertile land until an infestation of basilisks turned it into a desert.
in my homeland it was 106 degrees yesterday. the driest summer in a hundred years, says my father, who may or may not recognize the authority of weather records. i'm thinking on dry leaves and hay, sharp apples and the earth accepting my body with a sigh and then voracious sucking sucking cool soothing mud. face down i sink into the brown ferns and rattling pods and symmetrically the greying clouds melt together as the ground closes softly across my back.
i think on dirty mister agent fox mulder's sister who came to him in a vision with a neon heart pulsing on her chest, a will-o-the-wisp lead him to the cradle of soil but then the underbrush swallowed her. i almost purchase a 'vintage' tshirt which is too large because it says the truth is out there but for the same amount of money (ofwhichihavenone) i could have bought a suitcase full of avocados. so i did.
along with the wish for another year without a summer of course comes the pressure to create a new literary genre, science fiction is already taken. may i be the first to suggest staying indoors and watching frankenstein. the work has been done for you.
eye-eating-non-purchase of the day: a wax seal necklace which says, faithfulness conducts me.
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