Now to reread #therewillcomesoftrains by #raybradbury to balance things out. Looking for an audio read by a woman, a gentle voice, but I am not finding one to my liking.
But first, a couple of fried eggs and toast for breakfast to make the morning complete.
In the living room the voice-clock sang, Tick-tock, seven o'clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o 'clock! as if it were afraid that nobody would. The morning house lay empty. The clock ticked on, repeating and repeating its sounds into the emptiness. Seven-nine, breakfast time, seven-nine! In the kitchen the breakfast stove gave a hissing sigh and ejected from its warm interior eight pieces of perfectly browned toast, eight eggs sunny side up, sixteen slices of bacon, two coffees, and two cool glasses of milk. "Today is August 4, 2026, " said a second voice from the kitchen ceiling, "in the city of Allendale, California. " It repeated the date three times for memory's sake. "Today is Mr. Featherstone's birthday. Today is the anniversary of Tilita's marriage. Insurance is payable, as are the water, gas, and light bills. " Somewhere in the walls, relays clicked, memory tapes glided under electric eyes.
Tomorrow we’ll be one year out from the day after nuclear fallout, per Ray Bradbury’s “There Will Come Soft Rains.”
It’s also my birthday so that’s neat.
#booksky #raybradbury #august4th #therewillcomesoftrains
#TheresAFlickeringOfSunlight #IDontKnowHowToFeel #OhLordWhyMe #PeaceToOurHomeland #ThereWillComeSoftRains #NotReadyToMakeNice #TheresNoStopingUs #NeverTheLessShePersisted
I just got a marketing email from a restaurant that's been closed for more than a year. #ThereWillComeSoftRains
