The Orange Haze
"The skyline was beautiful on fire, all twisted metal stretching upwards, everything washed in a thin, orange haze. I said: 'kiss me; you're beautiful. These are truly the last days.' You grabbed my hand and we fell into it, like a fever, or a daydream." - The Dead Flag Blues by Godspeed You! Black Emperor.
A Sydney-based shitstorm.
I was really young when I learned that "environmental stressors" can contribute to mental illness and that one cannot earnestly begin healing until they have been eradicated.
Our environment is being destroyed. How can I be calm? For whom do I corral my "shit"? Is it even illness, or a justifiable response?
What I'm reading now:
Go read...