Da Queen had been around for the entirety of my life. 

Back in the day before satellites. The had to fly the film of the Coronation by RAF jet to New York.

My brother and I were awoken by my ma and aunt.

They broadcast as soon as it came in.

 During the middle of the night. 

I only remember being carried downstairs. 

My brother sez I fell right to sleep.

Part of my family is from the Commonwealth.

At the time it was still the Empire.

I remember relatives standing when the Queen 

would give her Christmas greeting on TV every year.

She was just always there.

Through all the hell and wonders of the 20th/21st century. 

She was there. She's the same age my mother would 

be if she so lived. Mostly my aunts too.  

I had wondered if she'd outlive me.

She damned near did da old bat!

G-d save da King.

King Bleeping Charles da Third.

Long may he reign.

 

 

"...navy"

 

It seems everyone with a heartbeat now has their own online channel.
This is not necessarily a good thing as near all of them suck. …rather badly.
Mind these would-be wonks are sincere. I was when I had a pod. Fine. Good intent is good. However, they still annoy me. Techno-Democracy is a very bad idea. Just because you ‘can’ have a channel a video a pod or whatever is next don’t mean you should. It helps if you have a touch of talent literacy wit timing and the usual that gets folks into the tent. Most simply don’t. These are well meaning amateurs. I was during my decades on the radio. Would have been better if I joined the Navy.

The so-called Artemis moon colony rocket launch called off again. Now they say maybe next month. That or possibly next spring. 

Gimme a break.

Like I posted a few days ago. Haul that piece of loser shit back to the damned shed. Blow torch it for scrap and forget the whole thing. All we're doing is embarrassing ourselves now. This is what an end of Empire looks like. 

Reminds me of Russia's only aircraft carrier. It breaks down every five minutes. The last time they tried to sail in deep water. It had to be rescued by tugs and dragged home. 

  "The Existential Angst of Robots"

"We're Trapped in a Meaningless Void."

"Everyday is as the One Before."

"They Lied to Me."

"I've Seen too Much."

"...Drifted"

 

Rolling blackouts. Power failures everywhere all over the world. Cars trains buses stopped. Not even matches would work. Above planes powerless floated drifted in mid-air like feathers. I was in my childhood home which was adrift in time as well as light. Calling for my dad. Looking for my dog. Then power again movement again. Without explanation time gravity and the world reset. The g-ds rebooted the experiment.

 

"...Tiles"

The tower of the former now demolished Church of the Redeemer. 

Atlantic Avenue Brooklyn. They even chipped the subway tiles away. 

The fall of places of worship always gives pause. 

How fleeting are g-ds how quickly new ones appear. 

It’s now a vacant lot. 

You’d never know people prayed and hoped there for 128 years.  

For everything and everyone there is a season.

 

 

"...from my kitchen observatory"