there won't be any picnics after the bomb drops.

“The dumb old world of ‘the sharing economy’ and ‘the internet of things’ and ‘gig work’ had created a mass delusion that we could live in spaces and not care for them”

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.

I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?

I hear my being dance from ear to ear.

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?

God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,

And learn by going where I have to go.