Flicker

A luminous train exposed to the emptiness flickers. Images repeated in a flicker film. A flickering image worth repeating. And repeating. A superstructure altogether fleeting and returning in fractions of a second. Indefatigable. Insistent. A plodding workhorse. 

See here, you — step back!

400, maybe 500, sparrows flicker. Flit like cult oddities. Praise their flitting. Raise the standards. See there. The standards flicker. The sparrows flicker. The train flickers. The world flickers. Precarious. We are made of stronger stuff… are we made of stronger stuff? 

We flicker.

Among the discarded tins. Inside these burnt forests. Surrounded by deserts. Bounded by water. Contaminated. 

We flicker. 

Forget the horror.

Flicker.

What I’m Reading:

Energy from the sun and wind is suddenly the cheapest power on the planet and growing faster than any energy source in history—if we can keep accelerating the pace, we have a chance.

— Bill McKibben / Here Comes the Sun: A Last Chance for the Climate and a Fresh Chance for Civilization