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Ana Toledo's avatar

No one has bothered to ask: do cicadas exist in Cuba? Puerto Rico and Cuba have almost identical environments. We have crickets, but we do not have cicadas. Crickets make another noise, not the one associated to the cicadas. The first time I heard them was in Texas. The State Department employees may have not known any better - the "crickets" sound like cicadas, but they may well not have been.

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About two years ago I woke up and it was like my memory had been erased. Mainly my short term. It was such a a drastic change overnight that I immediately noticed and felt attacked. It wasn't like the slow almost unnoticed natural decline in memory from age or other causes ie. Drug use or whatever be the cause. I felt violated and had to teach myself to commit things to my long term memory as to not forget anything that once got stored in my short term. I had to reinvent the way I thought. And still is far from par. The night before I heard what seemed to be unnatural crickets as they were extremely loud and my phone became extremely hot. I became extremely fatigued almost instantly and fell a sleep. Only to awaken to this new state of forgetfulness. Since this incident. I've been burned in the back of my head. And targeted organs. Heart, liver, lungs, eyes. I can smell myself cooking on the worst days. A rotten meat being heated up us the best I can describe. With extreme confusion and fatigue, dizzyness, vertigo, and loss of time. I've been through a lot. I'm pretty sure they did a vasectomy on me as well by means of microwaves. I woke one day to white dime size circle on my left testicle all hairs inside that radius was bright neon orange the entirety of the left side on scrotum was white and pulled tight compared to the right having color and sagging normally. Sorry to share all this but fuck it someone should here this shit. Ive had nerve agents used on me and I know most of the scents by heart now. Also I'm pretty sure I'm radio active as my stool has a clear lining hanging about it and smells of death. Fucking love my life. I pray justice will be done some day for us all. May God be with us.

-Ralph Hackworth

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