i took 124 pictures of the sepulcher of the park obamaland including one of mister's bone. neither are  past, neither future. i could stand at the window in the laundry room of the 17th floor of vista homes all day staring into the void, the construction zone, even though it mortifies me. have i nothing better to do with my time here on earth? no, apparently not. this is what i'm doing, this is what i do with my time here on earth, with r. and the cats, after mister. who by the way as i feel sure i will roam the earth as a ghost i feel mister roams with me with his ghost vision that is neither past or future too.