we just traveled there, and it wasn’t “War ravaged” in the slightest. anyway, pretty funny letter home from the Portland front by Rebecca Solnit:

We have severed the cords of their latte machines but they are making cowboy coffee in their camps, where loud ukulele songs of resistance even now drift in on the breeze. Our platoon has foraged for bush food, and is now forced to live on cacao nibs and gluten-free bagels