Day of the Dead Prerogative (redux)

I dreamt of zombies last night.

I asked you where you put them: In the garage?

You said in the closet.

I told you to move my father’s stuff over and put your stuff in there — not the zombies!

You said it was your day of the dead prerogative and quoted dialogue from Hiroshima, Mon Amour.

This is how we doomscroll our days of the dead in the Anthropocene.

What I’m Reading:

While leaders in Europe are grappling with overtourism at popular sites, tourism officials in the United States are scrambling to let the world know that the country is still open despite government shutdowns, political rhetoric, tariff wars, shootings, National Guard deployments, expensive visas, and immigration crackdowns.

— Christopher Muther / “Global tourism is surging, with one notable exception: the United States” / The Boston Globe