Coming out of the supermarket yesterday, the sunset drew a sudden, laughing “whoa!” out of my chest. Cold, not a hint of the star’s heat getting through; but clouded over just enough to make the western sky a fireplace in nature’s home. Whispy orange dissolved into the gray-blue around it, and all the colors were steel-shimmery, this is what our human technology wants so painfully to achieve.
I clutched at my shopping bags with the full-spectrum bulbs and chocolate in them, my little spells against the winter. Had we never emigrated from my beautiful city, I would likely still be reasonably well educated and lived the best life I could in the changing seasons halfway across the world.
Or, regardless of my social standing or level of education, I could also have been lured by the prospect of a better life, trafficked, raped and beaten into a submissive stupor, and imported into the United States as a prostitute-slave.
Do I know any of these girls?…
so sad.
it’s not at all relevant to the point you’re making, but as a tangent–there’s a flurry of questions being raised about the veracity of that article