Thursday, Nov 14, 2024 – Vichy Detroit – He awoke with a start. He hadn’t been sleeping well for the past few weeks. It wasn’t the result of the elections, it was the series of arsons on the block weeks before.
He hadn’t really been the same since the first fire. Jump-scared from a deep sleep by the house across the street engulfed in flames. The waves visibly altering space, like some fever dream scene, as though waking inside the burning eye of a mythical big bad guy. Heat waved oranges, reds, yellows and blackness fills the screen.
A chunk of me is back there, transfixed by the swirls. The rest of me awakes with a start. It’s the middle of November. The buildings that caught fire are gone or being worked on, cleaned up, made ready for what’s next.
The fallout from the election has found finger pointing instead of organizing and seeking solidarity. The disinformation worked, is working, will work in the oligarchs favor. You can track and analyze their progress by the changes they make to the sky – or you can keep looking down here.
The, “who could contest him?” white, write-in incumbent Emergency Manager announced he won’t run for Mayor again. Surrounded by his people, the light shown down upon him, he smiles, shrugs as he does, and says he’ll find ‘common ground’ with the fascists to do as much damage in 13 months as possible. It’s 7:33 am.