shadow hanging over me

phil verdad

you sit in your coffin, pondering the missteps you've taken.

yet despite it all, despite your attempts at self-sabotage, you've made it here. the new world. well, one of many new worlds.

instead of being a nuke and anti proof bunker near the mantle of the earth, your coffin is in the den of your real, honest-to-goodness house.

([vox deorum ex machina] the threat of war does not loom over this world. at least yet. but on earth, maybe it's not really war. can you have war if there are no nation-states? it's just violence. terrorism. in a broader sense of the word)

on one of the hills overlooking corazon, which is already a metropolis of over 3 million souls. the colony ships: epimetheus, prometheus, and pandora, hang over the sky, brilliant satellites shimmering with the reflected rays of AC-A. (AC-B is like a giant blot of light burning in the night sky, several hundred million miles from ACA-4. imagine earth's moon, except on fire.) [Alpha Centauri 3]

a huge house. an empty house.

the way your life has gone, you might as well be in a coffin buried under the former coca fields of colombia.