talking pandemic over buttercup's head. pausing to rub noses with our fellow creature at our feet. they're immune from our pandemic. thank dog. now we talk at a minimum. we dog people always did. we see each other seldom, we know each other. buttercup only likes people from before she was two and a half. we let the dog lead in silence, and bark in the tunnel. we whistle sometimes or croon. we do not faint, we do not feel faint out here, in truth we have never fainted when we feel faint at heart so often. though the promontory point is still crumbling it is not now. the world is still going. it's so quiet outside the mediated panic zones. the pandemic is silent. it was people who were loud. i always knew people always felt trouble brewing. they try not to see where this is going. we could not discipline our habits to live within nature. nature will have to do what we failed to do.