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between the impulse and the act, the tiny interval that is reflection
– Simone Weil, “War and Iliad, or. . .
The pilgrims come every day, all of them the same: ducking underneath the garage door before it’s settled into its cradle up. . .
When I was a child I had no trouble destroying the world
with mind-rays. The neighbors who communalized our kitchen.
George R. Stewart’s ecofictions forecasted today’s calamities.
Indian border-crossers illuminate the interconnectedness of mass migration.