in march of this year i remember noting how warm it was. it was nice - sun on my skin, walking outside without a jacket. i thought that this is what it would look like: summer starting earlier and earlier until we reach the long summer at the end of the world. summer was long, stretching out an endless campaign until i was numbed to its depravity and senselessness.
this morning in minneapolis we had our first frost. for a few weeks i've enjoyed on my walk to work leaves lingering in the trees that looked like weightless flecks of gold, but they're gone now. around augsburg, the landscapers were weed whacking the flowers that the frost killed.
we know what america is now
