Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal by Zach Weinersmith for February 27, 2020

Immortality is nothing to kill yourself over.

Ha. I never followed up on the origin of the name after its use in Watchmen.

One of the first television broadcasts was Hitler at the German Olympics.

That’s how we introduce ourselves to the universe.

By an honest-to-god coincidence, this was already in my clipboard, and I just had to hit Paste. I wrote this some time around 2017:

The New Ozymandias

I met a farer from a far-off strand

Who said, “Two giant feet of bronze, gone green,

In water sit, bedecked with broken chains

That show their maker well did understand

That bonds of former slavery, still seen,

Convey defeated servitude’s remains.

Near by, a broken torch lies, dead and dark

In grimy water’s tide that, fitful, passes,

And on the base, these words my eyes did mark:

‘Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses

Yearning to breathe free—’ Here ends the poem,

The rest is swallowed in the rising water.

Along the shore, starved, feral humans roam

Whose brandished weapons offer only slaughter.”

“I am Ozymandias, king of kings…”