Michigan

Hi I live in Richmond VA and I love my city so much, this morning 60 people woke up to find old television sets just sitting on their porches or lawns. Even better, those with security cameras recorded the person(s) responsible and they cannot be identified because they were wearing a jumpsuit and tv on their head

the question should have never been about who we had to hide from. the answer was always in the back of our throats, on the very tips of our tongues. we could never go out at night, never stray too far from the yard during sunset.the way the air stuck to the walls, to our bodies– there were no crickets during summer nights. the eyes that watched us were anything but holy. there was no divinity in those fields.

The fire burns with a purpose that only the trees and field know.

Midwestern Gothic is driving 45 minutes home from one of your weekly football games. You pass through multiple towns with less than 200 people. Most of the houses barely count as houses, some, paint peeling, and others already collapsing in on themselves. You drive by one and do a double take. There’s a group of toilets in the yard, purposefully arranged in a perfect circle. For some reason. A mile farther and you’re back between the corn and soybean fields. A sign looms in the darkness assuring you that Hell Is Real. Your mother snaps at you to ‘quit gawking’ and help her watch for deer. This is home.