“I See Dead People…” “Where?” “EVERYWHERE…”
What does civil war look like?
What does civil war look like?
Like grocery trips.
Like bullet holes.
Like playground visits.
Like bullet holes in new places.
Like drop-offs by Amazon trucks.
Like burned-out Amazon trucks.
Like walks in the park.
Like rising smoke after neighborhood explosions.
Like driving to work.
Like news video where only the car plates tell you if it’s Aleppo or Allentown.
Like Netflix binges.
Like dead people in the street.
Like dead people in your street.
Like the snowplow coming through, and
there’s a dead hand sticking out of the snow pile, and
your first thought is, “Oh good, they’re still plowing!” and
your second thought is, “When’s the next trash pickup?” and
your third thought is, “If it stays cold until Tuesday, I won’t have to waste a trash bag, but if it turns warm, and I don’t bag the body, the trash bin will stink.”
Because that’s what happened last time.
Like people dead because.
Because because because.
Wrong hat.
Wrong yard sign.
Wrong skin.
Wrong shirt.
Mask.
No mask.
Wrong mask.
Wrong place.
Wrong day.
Wrong person.
Civil war looks like here and now.
Only worse.
Civil war looks like next year.
Indi Samarajiva recently published what a civil war looks like from the inside.
Collapse does not mean you’re personally dying right now. It means y’all are dying right now. Death is sometimes close, sometimes far away, but always there.
