rachelisadore
There just isn't a solution sometimes. They keep arguing, like it's so simple, like someone will suddenly say the magic word (Abra Kadabra, Open Sesame, 42) and the world will repair itself, become what we all dream it up to be. Nope. Sorry. Doens't work that way. I'll vote for one of you, but it won't do any good. You won't do any good. I'll do all the good I can do, and that won't do any good. There is no solution.
We have forgotten the language of the stars, the meaning in how the moon moves. They are destroyed by lamplight and gasoline, biproducts of development, of productivity, of civilization. Are we more civilized for what we don't remember? Are we less primitive for what we have lost?
In my conservation book, I'm reading about how artifacts decay in the ground, how metals corrode and textiles stain and stone crumbles and bone cracks. Only the book never says "when the objects are in the ground" – the book always says, "during the burial stage." Isn't that nice? Like archaeologists are always digging up dead things. I guess we are. Because what else ends up in the ground, besides what's deemed to be dead?