i receive emails from people wishing to protest the use of american airfields (in airstrip 1 of course), but this gesture of impotence appeals less so where it would jam up my return to the US. instead, i wish to use the golf course at one of these bases, where american soil has been shipped in. i wonder about dinging off the control tower, or throwing my club accidentally and thwacking a bird.
in opposition to this physicality, the plot of unfenced americans i know is packing up, my home and the skies leading to it will be led away by turbines. i will not join this intake yet, i will keep breathing in the bleating horizons and the neversuns