Category: autumn

When the state is not kind, then the people are fodder.

There’s always, there’ll always be, more story. That’s what story is.

But, of course, memory and responsibility are strangers. They’re foreign to each other. Memory always goes its own way quite regardless.

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Language is like poppies. It just takes something to churn the earth round them up, and when it does up come the sleeping words, bright red, fresh, blowing about.

Forgetting it is important. We do it on purpose. It means we get a bit of a rest. Are you listening? We have to forget. Or we’d never sleep ever again.

Time travel is real, Daniel said. We do it all the time. Moment to moment, minute to minute.

All across the country, people felt it was the wrong thing. All across the country, people felt it was the right thing. All across the country, people felt they’d really lost. All across the country, people felt they’d really won. All across the country, people felt they’d done the right thing and other people had done the wrong thing.

All across the country, people threatened other people. All across the country, people told people to leave. All across the country, the media was insane. All across the country, politicians lied.

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“Beware the autumn people” ― Ray Bradbury, Something Wicked This Way Comes