Hello Neighbors,
At exactly 6:45am this morning, a large pointed structure could be seen whizzing through the air and landing perfectly in the stony eye of the now toppled Mount Rushmore’s Thomas Jefferson. Community officials have confirmed the flying object to be the Space Needle of Seattle. Neighbors, if you haven’t figured it out, the flying needle was lunged across the sky by famed resister, Forrest Fiars who (it was rightly supposed) took to ringing the Liberty Bell just weeks earlier.
For newcomers who may be unfamiliar, Forrest Fiars aided in The Fall by means of a specific style of vandalism and provocation. Her most famous (or infamous depending on who you ask) demonstration came in late Spring of 2020 when she hacked into various unnamed collections accounts and canceled all manner of debt: medical debts, outstanding utility bills, student loans, credit card debt, loans, and even overdraft charges. For this, the previous american government surely called an all-out hunt to find the then 24-year old. Of course, she went into hiding in different and (still) unknown locations.
Yes, Fiars hid for 2 years finally emerging amid the raucous collapse of the former-united states. Upon her return, she seemed to be wilier, smarter, more vicious, and more daring than ever before. Those who fought alongside her said she’d grown fangs. Others noted that she never seemed to rest, even when she most certainly should have. As the violence of The Fall came to an end, Fiars didn’t seem to notice. She just kept running and hiding, destroying, and running again.
In recent years, it has become evident that silence seems to trigger Fiars. Her anxiety grows larger and larger still without the crash and clang of some building or statue. It is not known why, though Neighborhood Watch members have suggested that it is Fiars’ belief that the noise will keep some Neo-american resurgence at bay. As such, Fiars keeps burning through the Post-american Ruins, warding off real or perceived ghosts: a toppled mountain here, a clanging bell there, and now a soaring needle.
That’s where you come in, Neighbors. Forrest Fiars is a part of this community though, to our knowledge, she has only ever tread along our outskirts. If you see Fiars, welcome her gently. Let her know that a community waits to wrap its arms around her. Or if she leaves and you suspect she might return to the edge of town, leave her something warm to wear, a pillow for her head, shoes for her to keep running if it’s what she wants to do, a compass to take with her. The point is, Neighbors—if we want her to trust us, we have to understand what she needs and be the ones to provide it, in the hopes that she’ll return to where her help comes from: at her own pace, in her own way. This is not a rescue mission, Neighbors; it is an effort at love in the wake of what we thought we knew of it before.
*Offerings to Forrest Fiars may be left on the outskirts in unmarked areas for her to find, and for those who have items to offer but would not like to venture into the edge of town, please contact the Sasquatch Search Society to pick up your items.*
Neighborhood Watch | “…fix that hole.”
This week’s message from Neighborhood Watch was channeled by Charles Fournier*
Blatant as a lump of cole
sumn gon’ fall right through that hole.
everybody need to know they role
when the time comes to fix that hole.
You are seen and sustained. We love you.
—Your Neighborhood Watch
News & Events About Town
Phoenix Town Activities is looking for volunteers for the town’s first ever Bizarre Bazaar opening October 26th! Sign up with Dev Marshall, AJ Hollis, or any one of The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse at endwasnigh@earthlink.net before September 30th!
Wanna help collect and sort offering materials for Forrest Fiars? Contact the Sasquatch Search Society to take a shift! All shifts will be ongoing for approximately the next 12 weeks or longer if or until Fiars’ needs are met. Email The Ghost of Harriet Tubman at aramintainthewoods@yahoo.com to get on the schedule today!
New Neighbor Spotlight | Ladan, Fana, and Marjani Regaire
Originally from: unknown
Aided in The Fall: by “…haunting everything.”
Favorite Color: Ritual Red, Burgundy, and Lavender
Favorite Song: “…we make our own.”
Hobbies: sightseeing, reading over your shoulder, leaving your kitchen cabinets open
Horoscopes, September 15 | by Gabrielle Civil
The crown of it was fire: a stolen wish, this city of bridges valving the heart, ancient and scarred, tongues of stone, this haughty sister, matronly and jeweled, who straightened her skirts, looked me down in the eye. Girl, are you sure you’re ready to rise? Question mark of candles, waiting for breath. This vision, a pistil of wavery bloom, a man before me, the first refused: a bite off our plates, an outdoor café, the privilege to witness him, fierce and poor, thrust forth his heart, douse his body with oil, purse his lips and blow out tongues of flame. Utterance of desire and gasoline, a presage of future, some of it mine. In the distance, iron stippled with light.
This Week’s Community Action - Water your plants. Fill a water bottle. For Forrest. Have you asked after your Neighbor? Ask yourself how you’re feeling. Take a seat. Take a nap. Open a window. Close a door. Change your sheets. Wash your hair. Try to breathe. Slow and deep. We are doing something different. It will take time to know it. Practice your love. Try a different way. Love something better.
This has been your bi-weekly newsletter.
—I’m your Neighbor, Sasha Banks. Under the eyes of the future.
image one, photographed by Patricia Gutiérrez Monllor
image two, unknown
poem “19th Birthday in Paris” by Gabrielle Civil