Feb
25th
Wed
25th
A Murder of Crows
If a lone crow foretells death in the family, what does it mean when an entire Murder descends on your lawn, tearing it to shreds? Illness? Poverty? Insanity? A lifetime of disappointment?
While taking a train from Dresden, I remember a Murder so large that it blackened the entire countryside— like the ashes of a nuclear winter. I wonder what this means for Germany? For the world at large?
Catastrophe seems to be on everybody’s lips. The death of the middleclass, the death of the suburb. The death of Western interventionism.
I say let it die. Burnish the rooftops with flames! Bury civilization for a thousand years in a dark box. Let it all go to hell.
