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Living with permanent dirt under our nails.adbusters_111_2023Feb_S

This is #6 of a series of diary entries that have arrived in our lap from beyond the horizon of now. The journey begins on July 3, 2020 and continues on March 6, 2020,January 1, 2021, July 9, 2022, and January 3 2023 … ending in the year 2047 ….

February 17, 2023

Lil and I finally met up with the Rainbow gathering folk. Not much Rainbowness about them anymore. They were down to the end of their supplies. When the grub grew scarce the good vibes ended. Things got cultish real fast.

I jostled with one of the sub-leaders when my handbag went missing. They held some “healing” trial-thing after the fight. They said I had the choice of apologizing … giving up my bag … even the few small things that were my mother’s … Because “we all had to share” or we would face banishment.

I had my pocketknife in my hand and I let them see it when they were talking to me.

We left that same day.

Feb 22

Lots of broken people … folks who can’t seem to shake the modernity from their boots.

They’re in a lot of pain. Most have trouble working … they strike the ground like scarecrows. Can’t get used to living with permanent dirt under their nails.

Feb 27

Every week or so a massive bomber flies over the farm real low like the passenger jets used to do ten minutes before landing. Not sure what they’re doing or where they’re going. They don’t seem that interested in us and they only fly in one direction.

The government tried to control the countryside after it all went down but they gave up on that. I don’t know what’s going on in the cities but it can’t be good. Thank god i’m not stuck there anymore.