what falls through the cracks of civilization might grow and rise and widen the cracks for others. unless they whack you or put roundup on your head. but i can see how people gets so tired they want to die. uncanny things, good and ill. the ill, that big cancer is an industry like big pharma and monsanto and boeing and bank of america and the arms industry which has so many names it's really fantastic. dogs are so good at waiting. they may chew stuff but mostly they wait and sleep sound. not like our sleep, fraught with the endless news, the ongoing industry of catastrophe we know in our cells, in our dreams, we wait and wait faking it without hope for cancer to come and the war at home.