i wish i could just walk away from my studio apartment. it's a sick building with a sick board and i am also sick for cluttering up the place and not cleaning. if it was a hut, and mine, i can imagine setting fire to it and walking away slowly backwards pausing to take pictures as it gets smaller with each step and disappears into charred antimatter and smoke. 
i can't get a single image this morning from the flip phone satellite. all i really need is one. can i just have a blank post, with these characters cluttering up the space? 
anyway i cant go home today. i have an extra walk with lulu and i cant face it anyway. i feel the gloom in me again. i'm sorry if you came her for light! haha. 
ok i got one.

it's ok that it's grainy, i think of all those little grains, photons of pigment, flying through space like celestial starlings, weaving invisible patterns and alighting on the orbiting face of a satellite, then returning to earth in the shape of a soul image like this. 
and mister is doing soul good! he literally danced in the rain, and he ran up the stairs. this is a barometer of my inner weather, if i can feel the joy of a dog feeling joy, then i am doing alright, even if my windows are falling out and my plumbing is archaic.