I’ve been meaning to post something on here about an impending geospatial lifechange for days on end; I even wrote myself a note about it. I think you can tell from the general combat readiness of this blog that I’m really medically on top of my shit as far as updating regularly. But I’m gonna give myself a free pass because I did write something that pretty much gets everything down on horseless paper for ye. It’s over at Belt, my new employer. Here’s a snippet.
I also didn’t know that there are thousands of Clevelands across America and around the globe, little galaxies half-finished and half-undone, the Rust Belt of the world. We rushed to build up these places, and rushed just as fast to empty them out. Every single one of these places has stories and songs. But I didn’t know any of that. My idea of Cleveland was an blank spot, surrounded by a desert of tract houses, SUVs that never got dirty, and a lifetime of joyless commercial pilgrimages to malls and big box stores.
So yeah, that pretty much covers it. If you have something to say about a Rust Belt–of the map, of the soul, of anything, I want you to write about it for me.