he would love some cypress
CNN has published a summary of the federal execution protocol, which is frightening in its precision. It reminds me of the Nine Inch Nails "Happiness in Slavery" video, where a machine devours a man (if you've never seen it, you're lucky). The final sentence is "The execution room will be cleaned and restored to its previous condition." Clear all variables.
This world map of who executes and who doesn't is also telling.
Percy Shelley, on love.
It is that powerful attraction towards all we conceive, or fear, or hope beyond ourselves, when we find within our own thoughts the chasm of an insufficient void, and seek to awaken in all things that are, a community with what we experience within ourselves. If we reason we would be understood; if we imagine we would that the airy children of our brain were born anew within another's; if we feel we would that another's nerves should vibrate to our own, that the beams of their eyes should kindle at once and mix and melt into our own; that lips of motionless ice should not reply to lips quivering and burning with the heart's best blood:—this is Love. This is the bond and the sanction which connects not only man with man, but with every thing which exists. We are born into the world, and there is something within us, which from the instant that we live, more and more thirsts after its likeness.
