Sorry I've been sick and not feeling creative! I didn't "remix" the written material, just chose excerpts from each of your writing that stood out to me.
The sharks were sighted here just a day ago
But now we have the all clear
The bacteria was polluting the water five days ago
But now we have the go ahead
Human waste mixed with the ocean waters seven days ago not safe
But now we can swim (PS)
Our 1900 miles of pipeline built on Tongva land (quoting a FB post from Jools) is a tiny reflection of the DAPL: So much can be hidden under water until the inevitable moment of structural fail as human's imperfect creations backfire into spluttering bubbles of wing destroying sludge...It was there, at the edge of my adopted city, that a Pakistani-American I once knew, lost his import export business because his incoming crates were marked suspicious after 9-11, never again to be released. (SM)
It is hard to imagine those lost bodies, those child bodies, George Ow and Young Lee fishing steelhead trout, catching little frogs and river creatures: the way play looked before capitalism took over. Wooden houses perched rickety on stakes above the water, so precarious, so precious, so easily swept away. In the memory of my imagination, it is always summer, not this damp chill to the bone, concrete seeping cold into my ass, this winter of unremembering. (CLL)
Refugee life. Migrant life. Brown skin. Black life. The reasons why people make these journeys. Not to colonize or dominate. But for personal reasons. To save their life. To change their life. Roaring. Constant. Ebbing. Rushing. Crashing. Flowing. (MM)
That blissful forgetting changed when the Saalach became a site of hope and despair, when the border was closed, as thousands of people fleeing from Syria wanted to pass. (SC)
Gesture remix
PW: waterborders2
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