Sky Burial

A bird’s-eye view of politics and social media

Photo by Vincent Etter on Unsplash

The squirrel had died the day before, run down by one of the machines. Nobody did anything about her little corpse, mostly because the neighborhood animals had forgotten, over the years, how to deal with Death. They’d become nervous yet numb to it, forgetting that they’d once known how to take Death apart, piece by piece, and feed it back into the whole. In the wild…