Thu, 19 May 2005

some entirely seperate way
there’s a giant transmitter just down the street. some of the kids go out when the stormclouds come in and stand inside it, on the concrete, hoping in the way kids do that lightning will hit it and they will have confirmed their long-promised legacy of immortality. i don’t think i’ve ever seen lightning hit that tower, however, and i’ve been out here for nearly a decade. there is a chunk of overturned abandoned farm-mecha stuck out in the field, its transformable talons broken on the outcropping of rocks, and i have seen the lightning hit that, seen it close enough to smell it, the cable-tendons pulling taut like a suspension bridge just before it collapses.
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