inspired by an illustration from a 1950 magazine
we'll sit by the window
we'll watch the storm coming
the darkest skies open
the strongest wind blowing
we'll see it take over
the world as we know it
we'll be left with nothing
but each other's hoping
for the days to come after
the days of redemption
to finally bring forth
our longed-for salvation
and yet we'll be crying
and yelling, denying
for no one has taught us
how to handle dying
i wish i could stop this
and hold you forever
but this very moment
is worth more than ever
we'll sit by the window
and watch the storm coming
once we had a future
soon we will be nothing
Arial B.
September 2023
January so bad only nine inch nails announcing a show in my country could save it
Hi and welcome. My name is Arial and this is my blog I will use to let my thoughts out into the world, sometimes. If you feel like staying here – make yourself at home.
Side-by-side pictures in my photo app. Blixa Somewhere around 10 years apart in age. 1978-1988 ish.
The total solar eclipse seen from Casper, Wyoming (US), by a team of ESA astronomers.
So I've just started reading the third part of Neal Shusterman's series Arc of a Scythe – The Toll, and I believe this is the first time I came across a non-binary/genderfluid character in a book, additionally that beautifully portrayed.
The character's name is Jerico. Jerico is a captain of a great ship. Through the first few paragraphs of that chapter there are no gendered expressions used to describe Jerico (and note that I'm not reading it in English, but in my native, heavily-gendered language), until that moment when one sailor refers to Jerico as "sir", and then quickly corrects himself to "madam", adding, "it was cloudy a moment ago".
I won't explain here the whole setting of that story, but for what you need to know, it is happening in the future when there are some places in the world that function differently from the rest. It is explained that in Madagascar, where Jerico comes from, the concept of gender is not imposed on children. Once they are grown up, they are free to choose whether they feel like men or women, or not to choose at all. Jerico chose the fluidity.
And here's my favourite part. Jerico's gender depends on the weather. When there is sun or stars in the sky, she is a woman. When there are clouds, he is a man. For someone whose everyday life depends so strongly on atmospheric conditions as for a sailor, a captain, I think it's beautiful. I don't know yet what happens to Jerico later in that book, but anyways. Huge respect to the author.
Einstürzende Neubautenin in Japan, 1985