For all those who love Tokyo, and Japan, the news this morning that Tokyo drinking water is no longer safe for infants to drink due to radioactive levels is more than alarming - it is tragic. One can only hope that somehow the reactors get back on the grid soon and some sort of control replaces the radiating chaos.
A poem for my mother, July 15 When she was dying And I was in a different country I dreamt I was there with her Flying over the ocean very quickly, And arriving in the room like a dream And I was a dream, but the meaning was more Than a dream has – it was a moving over time And land, over water, to get love across Fast enough, to be there, before she died, To lean over the small, huddled figure, In the dark, and without bothering her Even with apologies, and be a kiss in the air, A dream of a kiss, or even less, the thought of one, And when I woke, none of this had happened, She was still far distant, and we had not spoken.
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So long,
Corinna
P.S.: Found you via Profile favorite books (Homo Faber) and saw that you also liked Echo&theBunnymen -- haven't listened to them in a while but used to like them a lot.
Of course, we will also need to start forming human militias to prepare for the inevitable day that that the robots rise up against us. Gangs of organ-harvesting robots sometimes intrude in my nightmares. So perhaps we should equip the robots with giant red shutdown buttons in the middle of their chests, so they could be disabled by a rock thrown by an urchin in the tattered ruins of an urban battlezone.