This country, built by systematic removal and erasure of people, wants to be defined by concrete walls. Later the recording will play back the white noise of waves and a distant fishing boat moving away from us. A few days after arriving on Grand Manan, I read a New York Times article about the increased confrontation between fishing boats and their respective border patrols. Governments across North America still jump at the chance to decide when the accumulation of people has become too much, too heavy for the people who look like them to bear. Maybe it is happening more often here because of the displacement from my home, and all of the political turmoil there is rushing ahead without me.
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Governments across North America still jump at the chance to decide when the accumulation of people has become too much, too heavy for the people who look like them to bear.
Concerning the intermingled waters, Matthew Haag writes: Looking over the light blue harbor water, I decide that if the earth creates an island anywhere this is not too bad of a place for it. Since leaving him, the odd pit of necessary accumulation has settled in me. I keep a running count of the material, such as the clouds, because it helps me feel grounded in a place where everything else around is in constant flux.
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Hiking back out through the heath blanketed cliffs, I only have to inch my head left to make eye contact with the Grey Zone. I understand what it means to be brought under a fold and characterized by external forces, whether or not it is asked for.
Stray cats dip between the dark cedar buildings, slip in between the traveling shadows thrown from above us.
Two nations arguing over an invisible line, protecting it and coveting it, as if the sea were a thing which could be owned. On our first morning on Grand Manan a bridge of Cirrostratus trail in from the south east. I get lost in thought and feel far away too easily. But let me be present, at least for one of our last hikes along Southern Head. Smoke shed in Seal Cove. According to the Oxford English Dictionary, one definition of the word accumulation v.
We stood together in the white barn in the back field taking stock of all the equipment he thought should be included in the living trust and eventually the post-mortem trust. This feels like a good kind of accumulation. This is the point of separation between the low hanging Altostratus and the much edposto Cirrostratus. Before this I spent esopsto last month or so in rural Ohio helping my grandfather wrap up pieces which needed wrapping up as he ages.
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Someone will be inheriting a heap of old saws, a riding mower from the eighties, six bee supers, and a barn cat. This country, built by systematic removal and erasure of people, wants to be defined by concrete walls. I ask Eshani if I can use her bedroom window to gauge whether the gauze sheet of clouds is esposro or below 25, feet. It is awe inducing to witness how much stuff an year-old life can heap together. Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email. There is something to be said for sovereignty, and maybe something else to be said for mergence.
Later in the day the clouds tread higher, melt together into the Altostratus, then the Nimbostratus. esposti
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In order to do that, I will it to remain static by collecting everything I can into memory. Does it bleed out? In the name of science, espoato course.
Later the recording will play back the white noise of waves and a distant fishing boat moving away from us. The tides move in and the tides move out; we admire the collections and what remains tangled beneath the seaweed lid. What I try to focus on is the fact that there are no clouds today in the sky.
You can tell the difference by looking at the sun.
Oh no, there’s been an error
They are accumulating into large bellied beasts slung low across the tree line. I was not raised to feel disposable on the inside, but there are so many outside of me who refuse to believe it. Right now, the clouds form a sheer cover across the light. Piles and piles of metal and wood rise in front of us.