I have wondered often when reading through history, (disregarding our current headlines) what was it like for the every day, common people who lived during times of historical political stress under Napoleon, for instance, or King Henry VIII, Attila the Hun, Caligula etc etc and written about thoughts of Rouen with images of King John. Thought of the stifled lives. Shuttered behind the neat architecture. Throughout all times, the people born into lives they never asked for 

I think of

especially now

story from a window view

 

my cabbage roses

 

Oregon trails

The sky was always full of ash there;

waiting at bus stop on the way to work at Rare Earth in Ashland

Self serve, the best tomatoes; there was a cash box and their trust

My Goat friend in Talent on the walk home

my knee and a Mountain View eating lunch

Ashland bookstore 

 

i fear I am so dreadfully sad. i do not think i am ok. and the enormity is stunning ….and cannot, shall not, will not utter aloud to anyone because they would never understand

is there nowhere left to breathe.no place to rest a heavy head no warm shoulder; this cold world

What if —as a human race— we lose our memories because of AI ?

deaf/initions lost

Those chapters that you flip through ….in a dictionary; the thumb-cuts at letters to save time; shut the dictionary—snap! Then open again …..Electra ….like Alice they recall through the pages. They do not exist. She is lost in that vast abyss of nothingness ….invisible

nobody sees her.she doesn’t exist —she slammed the door on her but they didn’t feel it….quality of life —who has the right to rob anyone of that? The will ….of the human spirit is the individual’s right to be. All stars in the galaxy.

There was this sense ….like a compass. The needle. It just wiggled there—like the Bermuda Triangle. And with it, the scent of the riding saddle from the back of the primary blue Hyundai hatchback ….his autobiography stolen from the library ….on the passenger seat…. a dizzy surreal sick waxing feeling with prickles of electric on face and hands. Sweat. Fear. Dry mouth.

Like waking up to a whole new reality that everybody has been covering up

 Who was that?

 What is that? Who is what

   —who was what?