
ALT AFTER LOVE Now that you have lost the way you’d taken, walk out through the new moon in the spruces and lie down in the deep leaves of the clearing. Listen: they are still here, the wild things, migrations moving on again from winter. All your life you heard a word of the singing, all your life admitted just a bit of it; all your life you played your one small part. Wake now. Stay here in your waking and do it, finally do it: open to the whole of it, the whole of it, the wind that sings what’s been since the beginning. Listen. Listen. Listen. There is no one you’re betraying in your changes when you become the whole wild song of what you are. —Joseph Fasano

ALT Ceasefire The brain of one human child will hold over 2.5 quadrillion bytes of information. 2.5 quadrillion memories that will never be again— (Sunday morning, father in the orange trees, the way the stars appeared to only her.) When you kill a child you kill all the stars in the world. —Joseph Fasano























