i heard a whooshing and whirring sound this morning. half asleep my brain went oh no, the trees. but it wasn't the tree hugger, it was another mysterious machine. we're going to be hearing a lot more machine voices. the planes have changed their flight plan and seem to graze the top of the vista building. the birds will have to adjust their flight plans too. and we'll adjust our walks. and watch the heavy machines looking like toys. i'm super tired but i don't feel as sick as when the tree hugger was savagely attacking the trees. when i look at the beaten landscape i look from the perspective ghost trees floating up with the nervous birds in carbon dust clouds murmuring. let me just continue watching and trying to say somewhat how it feels.