maybe i'm detached. the first week without bear i didn't think about missing the walks. could be i'm missing bear on a sub-level which might cause mood shifts, or the unsettling feeling of detachment. but really, it's over, so i focus rightly on what's here. though we don't control what goes on underneath. 

if obombaland is insufferable like i feel when i feel the dread of it, i'd be willing to move. i would like to be here and see his glaring white tower sink in the swampy sewage though. it might be better in a documentary. but where does one go from here, and it's a pretty fine spot other than the prospect of obombaland. the guy from the great lakes alliance says here we don't even know what the future looks like. the water we built on will rise and decide. obomba can put his tower on the swamp landfill of a couple centuries ago, and so far he's had an illustrious career deciding peoples' fates, but the water will soon decide his, and all of ours. 

it could be we move and trust the direction we choose. but nobody nowhere knows what the future of the land ultimately the water holds.

so long little bear. i think you thought it wasn't goodbye, so long.