Kyle Tran Myhre - When It Really Is Just The Wind, and Not a Furious Vexation

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[@Mallory-Malkovich]

It's not just a poem, it's not just hope. It's a strategy, a plan. And it's beautiful, man.

[@MammaMia]

Survival is not a fortress. It's a garden. 🌼

[@GUANTESOLO]

thanks so much for sharing this one!

[@goatkiller666]

I was the only kid on my block who has kicked a nuke. Dad, among all of the shitty things has done, made sure to bring me to work, when he was a silo commander. He laughed along with the airmen who started raising the gratings while I was standing on them. He showed me the dark cavity below the missile where the flame would go… so deep the lights didn’t show me the bottom, then fake shoved me when I stuck my head through.
At the peak of the Cold War, when I was in Kindergarten and Guante had not yet been born, any stretch of freeway straight enough to land a fighter on was a valid military target. North Dakota also had silos, so I’m sure it would have been targeted anyway, but Montana would get wiped out, just to make sure the 50 fighter jets in the air couldn’t land. Safest place in the continental 48 is the southern coast of Oregon. Windy roads, ocean winds, mountain ranger, couple of short rivers.
And by “safest” I mean that the explosions won’t kill you, the fallout will.
Safest place in the world… New Zealand. No important military targets on the islands, and none at that latitude to throw fallout into the easterly or westerly winds.
There’s no version of you who survives and lives a life worth living. I think Love in the Time of Undeath says it best. “… it’s not on us to build that world. It’s not on us to survive this one.” Maybe the kiwi version of you (who I’m assuming goes by the Māori stage name “Karapu”) would be okay. But anybody north of the equator will wish for death.