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Everyone around the table maintained their #decorum as the wine was poured, ignoring the chunky bits that plopped into their glasses. The entree came and they ate and made polite conversation, pretending to forget who they were eating. The host smiled. He’d finally gotten through to them. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) December 29, 2024 at 10:45 AM
I remember green, I’m one of the few old enough. The greys took our colour, ate it, sucked it up into their giant whirlies in the sky. There’s a prophet in the south claims it’s all in our heads, that he can see colour. I’m too old to make the journey, so must face my #monochrome death. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) December 17, 2024 at 8:52 AM
I step over the #threshold and into the land of the living. Gone are the whispers of the dead, their voices crawling up the back of my neck. I sense them behind me, unwilling to cross, though I’ve told them it’s safe. They could have this world. They need only to get over their own fear. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) December 15, 2024 at 10:39 AM
It didn’t take long for the news to #propagate across the entire campus: Holden could talk to the dead. Suddenly everyone had someone they needed to reach. It drove him mad, the atttention. They mobbed him, trampled him. He passed. Now ghosts mob him because he can talk to the living. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) December 12, 2024 at 7:18 AM
Ten days I’ve been awake and the #descent into madness is like when your mother turned into a flame, remember, when we were kids? It’s so vivid, the blur, I can’t see past it into the outside, but she lit up the beach and we smoked and someone had a guitar but we all forgot how to sing. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) December 9, 2024 at 8:07 PM
They carefully calculated each #parameter on every platform, embedding themselves into our consciousness through social media. The attack never came from the skies. Who they are and where they came from no longer matter, they are not the enemy. Now we only see the enemy in ourselves. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) December 5, 2024 at 7:46 AM
Collect memories, not things, people say, but they don’t understand that I’m getting this #souvenir so that it helps me maintain a memory. Not of all us can do it on our own. I’ve imbued this tacky bit of soapstone, this card, this tin bell, with something it never had before: a story. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) November 30, 2024 at 8:40 AM
The last #train was decades ago but the lines remain, connecting what once were cities, the people places, and still the lines connect us, show us the way in the amber afternoons, hot under hazmats on handcarts, pushing more weapons Westward, to the sea, to the fight for what water remains. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) November 28, 2024 at 3:59 PM
Time is not linear, it is just our perception that is. Kid Cully repeated the old man’s words to himself as he stretched his mind across the Time #Horizon, connecting with May 27th, 1974. Chronocide was illegal, but if he could keep his parents from meeting, he’d never exist to be caught. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) November 24, 2024 at 10:43 AM
“The well-read #troll will eat the first goat every time.” – Trollish Proverb #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) November 21, 2024 at 7:33 AM
I was eight before I realized the term “like heads in a #suitcase” wasn’t commonly used. Pa would say that whenever something made a rumbling, tumbling sound, like shoes in a dryer, something people actually said. The signs of his guilty verdict were there, I was just too young to notice. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) November 19, 2024 at 7:05 AM
I peel back the thin layer of plastic, relishing in the perfect stickiness of the old photo album. At right angles, I place Wisconsin and fold the plastic back into place overtop it. A #postcard from every state, in alphabetical order, a missing person in each. One more left to go. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) November 17, 2024 at 7:35 AM
The treasure map turned out to be a #dud; days of digging, all for nought. Balder, ever the optimist, said, “Maybe the real treasure is the adventure and friendship we found along the way.” The other pirates looked at him, then at the hole, then at each other, smiling. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) November 10, 2024 at 7:21 AM
Little toes #peek out from under the curtains, a small giggle is stifled. She’s not very good at hide and seek, but then, winning’s not the point, is it? We all secretly want to be found. I brush the curtain aside and she’s not there. She’s not anywhere. She never was. #vss365
— Lee Zanello (@lima-zulu.bsky.social) November 9, 2024 at 3:28 PM