am a visionary

No Easy Way Down

Someone said to her: “Are your avocados in the oven?”

To which she said: “Excuse me. Do I know you?”

“You are very angry, aren’t you?”

“Again, do I know you, sir?”

He moved about her in a drunken semi-circle and professed: “I am a visionary, missy. I see things you can’t imagine. Hexagons. Bike routes to heaven. Heathen paths to perdition and desolation.” He adjusted the rope he wore as a belt and riled himself up for a jeremiad, but she turned and walked away.

Clarity would wait another day. Another day in the southern city. Clear as a cross-oceanic Saharan dust storm—which are becoming regular fixtures of this anthropogenic age.

“We’re seeing right now that a mass extinction can be caused by human beings.”

— Elizabeth Kolbert / The Sixth Extinction: An Unnatural History

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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