Yesterday — while walking on Northern Boulevard where Woodside meets Astoria in Queens, NYC — I looked up and saw this.
I took a photo to share with you as these (slightly edited) words echoed in my mind:
“It was a bright cold day in March, and the clocks were striking thirteen.”
yes. I think they should rename the city as you say.
It is all amazing. Not separated only by black and white, R or D, and all that stuff, but also wokists, of course, though sadly, they’re really the sleepers.~~I don’t recognize the people I know, have known, including family, who, how do I say it? Won’t refer to any sites but the approved, no curiosity: “oh thanks! Hadn’t seen this!” Nope! ~~~? My brother just freaked out, an hour ago because I sent them both an article about heart stopping views, from mountainside hotel in Peru, but the article was in Epoch Times!! Oh, shocks! My heart! “Botheration” he called it! Don’t send him anything more from Epoch! They’ve all taken the jabs, proudly. I m praying that they will have a good health scare, to wake up to earth, while there is still time. Last chance, not much time. Others will freak out if-when they find out that I never did. Horrors! ~~~I am blanking out, what was that movie, where just the tips of skyscrapers show up on the expanse of sand, no humans left? That’s the feeling…..