Itchy & Scratchy Land by Nathan Collupy
Mr. Plow by Tony Mitchell
I can’t stop thinking.
It’s almost three and i’m trying to sleep but i was trying to sleep an hour ago and i’m no closer to my goal so i’ll instead try to make sense of something.
An hour ago, i tried closing my eyes and a thousand images apeared instead. Of those, i thought of a person. Thought of how i had missed her, in a practical sense, and how i will miss her. Thought of a future, one of many that still, even after all this time seems within reach amongst the many alternate realities that had been lost from rust. I thought of a day spent with her, a night spent with her -i shifted my position in my bed constantly from the all the unrest of my sleep as if it were the real thing. I was thinking about time spent with her, in a throwaway dream of the future where the only thing that’s the same about me is my middle name, and yet she still sees fit to make herself available, as she does when i am awake.
The above probably counts as a love letter, but I do not “love” this broad. (that last sentence is top three lamest nerd things i’ve ever wrote btw). Or, not love like i think it is. Who knows, maybe i got this relationship stuff fucked up. She just impresses me, impresses me a whole lot by being a support for me, the who’s the human equivalent to a baseless cantilever. Just a roof in the sky, two fingers twiddling together like a Michealangelo (or whoever artist credit goes to) waiting to collapse. Any type of support is welcome, but gravity falls in one direction and i’m not the type to look for a shoulder voluntarily.
This was supposed to be more about me airing out my being ADD as a mothurfucker (not that that is likely to surprise anyone) and how bummed i am for not being able to keep a straight thought even if i tried, but i think this text i just spawned proves it enough. I just involuntarily created another bright future for myself.
One of the highest achievements of Italian Gothic art and architecture is Orvieto Cathedral. Few buildings in the world are that ornate, and at the same time - few have such a well balanced and harmonious architecture.
A very good text about it can be read here.
"After they beat me, I heard shots. And I walked to the shop next door, and found my neighbor dead on the floor. He was one of the nicest men in the town. Every day he would put out food for the cats. I would tell him: ‘You must stop feeding the cats, they are overrunning my shop.’ But he would never stop feeding them. He would tell me: ‘I have to feed them. Or they will die.’"
(Zaatari Refugee Camp, Jordan)
"The fighting got very bad. When I left Syria to come here, I only had $50. I was almost out of money when I got here. I met a man on the street, who took me home, and gave me food and a place to stay. But I felt so ashamed to be in his home, that I spent 11 hours a day looking for jobs, and only came back to sleep. I finally found a job at a hotel. They worked me 12 hours a day, for 7 days a week. They gave me $400 a month. Now I found a new hotel now that is much better. I work 12 hours per day for $600 a month, and I get one day off. In all my free hours, I work at a school as an English teacher. I work 18 hours per day, every day. And I have not spent any of it. I have not bought even a single T-shirt. I’ve saved 13,000 Euro, which is how much I need to buy fake papers. There is a man I know who can get me to Europe for 13,000. I’m leaving next week. I’m going once more to Syria to say goodbye to my family, then I’m going to leave all this behind. I’m going to try to forget it all. And I’m going to finish my education." (Erbil, Iraq)
“They are taking control of the water supply. They are breaking dams, and flooding crops, and destroying the food supply of an entire country. They are forcing hundreds of thousands from their homes. It seems that there is a hand behind all of this. They are very calculating. They are making their moves very carefully to destroy the human soul. They want to rob an entire people of food and water and homes, as if to wipe them from the pages of history. And when they take the homes from these people, the children have no place to play. The children have no place to be young. No physical space, and no emotional space. They have no place to be a child, so their only frame of reference is war and fighting. And when that’s all they know, how can they grow up to be doctors and teachers? All they can possibly know is the desire for revenge and hatred for their enemies. I wish people would understand that Iraq is filled with intelligent, civilized people. This was the cradle of civilization in the Ancient World. Even the Garden of Eden was here. These aren’t dust covered, nameless refugees being forced from their homes. The refugee camps are filled with architects, and musicians, and teachers.”