The pool filled in with cement, an empty badminton court, halls and balconies strewn with refuse, surrounded by strip malls in what is essentially a glorified truck stop called Rock Springs.
The trees have all been cut down for reasons I cannot know, the entire place exuded a feeling of a liminal space as though I was in the back rooms of this forsaken country.
And within it all, a kernel of hope, the empire is on its last legs and now is a time we must seize, we must act now.
This is the time of monsters, the all consuming maw of corporate landlords, price gouging on all basic necessities, the ongoing genocide of the few remaining indigenous people that stand up to this ravenous beast and say as one "NO! We will not go quietly into the night!"
It is far past time to pick a side.
Which side are you on?
I care not what political ideology you subscribe to, be it anarchist or Maoist or Marxist Leninist.
We have far more in common than we do not and there are years and years to come before any of that could possibly matter to any of our material conditions.
Yeah but this is what is going to happen to all of it. Urban desertification.
Path A: Cutting down all the hazardous trees, turning the landscape into a monoculture of grass or soy with scattered slivers of woods
Path B: Condensing built-up areas so they are more accessible and walkable, putting limits on urban and economic growth at the source, allowing landscapes of micro-cities as islands in the sea of forest and prairie and brush