My kindergartner and I are reading kids’ fantasy lit Ghoulish Song by Will Alexander, who, by our investigation, serendipitously teaches at MCAD here in Minneapolis.
In brief, a community shuns a girl as one of the undead when music splits her from her shadow. Given my interests these days, very Lacanian.
While waiting for the bus this morning we learned with the protagonist that all hands of Zombay’s Captains of the Guards–including those still alive, having traded in theirs for gearwork–are kept in the local reliquary.
Violet and I shared a smile over that passing detail, which, in a beautiful moment–sniff sniff–also allowed me to introduce her to steampunk–gear-powered computers, the future in the past, etc. Vi, putting the past into the future, declared her computers would be powered by the sun.
And so, this gray morning, from off the edge of many of our planet’s ecological boundaries, we glided onto the dystopic hope of ‘sunpunk.’