The TrialYour Honour, I looked them up to know more about them, to know what I was walking into. I have been accused of stalkerish behaviour, for going through the means that have been made available to me by them! They have spilled their hearts into their machines, like children, naive, so naive, playing the game I will tell you a secret, but you can't tell anybody. My crime today is only remembering what I read, the mundanity of their lives all filed away in my head. Obliviousness should be the crime, Your Honour. They keep sharing the fucking secret, then, lurch when somebody else quotes it back to them.The Trial by PadfootPatronus
KeaneThere it was, the seemingly inconsequential detail, the tiniest pang of disappointment that chipped away slowly, eventually at the pedestal I sat you on. I'd ask you, after, a million times, needing to understand the foreign word, what it meant when they called you 'bai'. Everytime while waiting for you to come to the phone, hearing the echo of your sibling say, 'bai, there's a call for you'. There was something about the way you dogged my question, the sound of your short laugh when you waved it off, I knew then, despite all my naivety of everything else in life, that there was a good chance I'd always remain waiting outside this little door you had locked.Keane by PadfootPatronus
And maybe more. One day in that blissful year, I swapped a school shoe with you, went home wearing one of mine, one of yours. A ghost of that feeling swallows the present me, the risk, the oddity, the statement of an eleven year old being one half of a whole. I remember the bounce in my step, the unconcealing beatific smile on my f
Trial and ErrorI speak in run-on sentences, some words of foreign tongue thrown in, thick words, and a thicker lump stuck in my neck. Think I'd have made my point? The run-on sentence makes all the sense to me, more even than the untame thoughts chasing each other in my head. I catch B's eye, the slightly surprised, slightly rueful smile there. B says, "What was that?" I smile back the same rueful smile, shake my head.Trial and Error by PadfootPatronus
B considers then says, "I do know that there was something there that only you would say."
WarriorI stumbled on a picture of you, of when you were healthy, here. You look beautiful and sombre and certain. You look like you'd have been different from the others. You look like you'd have lent me the strength to stand my ground.Warrior by PadfootPatronus
I was told, years after, that I looked like you. I think now that those who said it must have missed you dearly and knew that you'd been different from the others, too. Other genes have had their way in me and I don't look beautiful and sombre and certain like you did. All I have of you is a picture now.
I have kept safe the only memory I have of you. I had accepted the state of you without question, without emotion. Without fear, too, I think, but I must have been, afraid. I don't remember anything else from that day or time. I was a child among weeping adults. I was a child taken by the whiteness of the cloth they'd wrapped you in, the whiteness of the cotton they'd put in your nose.
I was six then.
DronesApr 10, 2013by techgnoticDrones by techgnotic
Choose any media or medium and there is no question that Drones have become the white hot center of debate for a multitude of deeply consequential concerns for the entire Earth Sphere. No matter the digital end point or theatre of conversation, whether it be politics, war, privacy, pop culture, or the rise of machines – Drones or UAV's (unmanned aerial vehicles) are the current catalyst du jour in any number of flashpoint discussions. From the front page headlines of news outlets around the world, to op-ed pages debating national security vs. non-juridical “just