this one came slowly. like with my flip phone sending it's little bubble images to the moon and bouncing them back. slowly through space. it makes space intimate, quaint. i'm soooo glad for images. they're presents. i feel like giving them, they're not mine, i can give them. 
it occurs to me i might be ponderous like a dog in the blog. i might go on marking the same things. a dog is reassured that way and stays connected with the world. it can get annoying. i've felt that as i watch and wait. do you feel that way watching me? i used to get so annoted with j. kats, until i said i don't need this and cut the thread. people may do the same with me. i said to catherine i felt karin's watchful presence, (and i love the thought that someone who becomes a ghost could still receive through the airwaves) but that was fanciful, and created by knowing. i was told. it was hubris too, because then catherine said well, see if you can tell i'm reading. and i cannot. i usually assume not, though either way i suppose is either fanciful or projection. i know it keeps going and has a certain longevity which in itself is a mystery. we always like to think we're not so boring or annoying like j. kats. but if we are we must accept ourselves, though me may be cut like j.kats.