My apologies, but the blog will be unavailable until further notice. Many thanks to readers for their attention and comments over the past two years.
Death of Night’s Sindark Nave
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climate change activist and science communicator; event photographer; amateur mapmaker — advocate for a stable global climate, reduced nuclear weapon risks, and safe human-AI interaction
Not that this was unexpected, but I will miss being a gadfly to you.
… why?
Hey Milan,
My new roommates decided to google me and they found your blog. Of all the crazy ways to re-establish a lost connection, I have to say I’m not surprised that it happened this way. I hope that you have been well and I would love to hear from you. My e-mail is linnea.maria@gmail.com please send me a short note if you get a chance.
Linnea
It seems as though your explanations for your actions become most vague when you have done something wrong or something that you are ashamed of. What have you done?
I wonder whether you anonymous commenters expect any response, although there’s no doubt that the moderator of this discussion board will do so when he has time between reports.
After eight hours at Staples during the day and five or six per night working on the NASCA report, I am not richly endowed with free time.
Nightpiece
James Joyce
Gaunt in gloom
The pale stars their torches
Enshrouded wave.
Ghostfires from heaven’s far verges faint illume
Arches on soaring arches,
Night’s sindark nave.
Seraphim
The lost hosts awaken
To service till
In moonless gloom each lapses, muted, dim
Raised when she has and shaken
Her thurible.
And long and loud
To night’s nave upsoaring
A starknell tolls
As the bleak incense surges, cloud on cloud,
Voidward from the adoring
Waste of souls.