the obamachron complex under the second blue august supermoon. would that i could have captured a picture of it rising above the looming tower of the obamachron, temple of the renegade, like the the one at the temple of apollo, god of truth and prophecy, healing and disease, sun and light. there will not come another pair of august supermoons until 2037. i'll be seventy-seven (if i'm still in this body). i may not be looking out of the window on the seventeenth floor musing on the ghosted park by then.