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π΄π¨π«π¬π³ππ΅ πͺπ³π°π΅π¬ . Outer Banks ( 2020 β ) .
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the starlight jars that light her mindscape have had the stars released into space.
in the Hail Mary's systems, the oldest star has been named.
Or.
I keep trying to write an editorial for the McClintock Letters project, which is trying to get as many scientists as possible to write editorials or letters to the editor for mid June explaining the loss to the world that is impending from the current American federal war on knowledge.
I'm just so filled with loss and sorrow that I don't have words. And that's so frightening to me, because I have always had the words before. I have always been able to articulate injustice and screen about it.
But it's the loss and the fear that get me.
The one metaphor I keep thinking of is a tool used to humanely castrate cattle without an incision called a Burdizzo. You use a local anesthetic and then you crush the blood vessels to each testicle, and starved of blood and energy the testicles wither and die.
I am not entirely sure this metaphor belongs in a local paper. But maybe it does. I don't know. Maybe I should write about my grandparents trapping me and telling me that my science was worthless in 2017 before abandoning me in the sprinkling snow. Maybeβ
It's like my clever tongue and my baying lungs have all deserted me. I don't know how to beg creatively enough.
And through it all, the pangs of loss.
Both I Want to Hold Aono-kun so Badly I Could Die and The Summer Hikaru Died are like. The love of your life is gone, and he will never come back. More accurately, the thing that comes back will never be him. The person you loved is gone and replaced by a distorted and horrible copy of him. You can still see him, hear him, touch him, but this body no longer belongs to your loved one. And you are just a teenager & you have to deal with this loss and accept it.
I miss my dad.
I really do.
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