History is what hurts
This creaky machine is now old enough to have chronicled things that happened 20 years ago, and if anyone wanted to see what some kid thought at the time, as if there weren’t already enough of that, they would find it easy digging. Let’s twist that dial: anthrax and Cipro, Osama Yo Mama, draft-dodging fantasies, the National Geographic photo of the Afghan girl with green eyes. That winter in Iowa I bought a Quran at Prairie Lights and read it cover to cover, which is the last thing you should ever do with a holy book. Nothing ever disappears from the archive; everything’s still waiting its chance to get out and make trouble.
