I still don’t know how to talk about Gaza, except the US bombed Iran and I still don’t know how to talk about bombs and I can’t think about bombs without thinking about Gaza.
In the US, bombing means an explosion on a screen, but being bombed, living in a place that is bombed means living with a constant reminder of your powerlessness. Living in a place that is bombed means knowing that in a moment everything you rely on, everything you love, can be erased. That there’s nothing you can do to stop it. That there’s someone who chose to do it to you.
(Photos are of Gaza in 2024, taken by me.)
#gaza #israel #Iran
This free peppermint mocha at the CapitalOne Cafe in Herald square is a regular mocha with a mint tea bag.
A failure so complete it’s almost sublime. Did you, perhaps, wish for your mocha to taste more like swamp? Is your coffee aesthetic “banshee celebrating Christmas”?
Added to my list of grievances with capitalism
Bûche de Noel per @csaffitz
For the full effect, imagine me muttering to myself “I have completely lost control of my life” for 8 hours.
PS Inonotus radiata meringues
