dystopian utopia

eclipse
A day set to the lyrics of Mr. Bob Dylan (2:41 pm)

“Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child’s balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying”—Dylan It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)

turtle hand
Turtles came out for the eclipse. They were everywhere. I saw an ambulance stop for a turtle in the road. (3:26 pm)
Walker Fogel
Charlottesville City Council meeting. Pain, shouting, finger pointing. 7:36 pm.

“Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Make everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It’s easy to see without looking too far
That not much is really sacred” – Bob Dylan It’s Alright Ma (I’m Only Bleeding)

feet on the dais
The regular business of Council was suspended. 7:36 pm
CPD
I have a cousin who wants to join the police. It is a tough career choice. Requires great care and mindfulness. 7:44 pm