sad upon sad. layering. the rainbow didn't make me sad. it was ironic, ending in obama's conning tower. though sarah died during the rainbow, sad, but she was old and ready, a theosophist. at trudy's it was so sad i had to split, thinking that's not living, though it's life, gotta get used to it. then at the lagoon i hear a duckling crying terrified looking for family and going to the wrong one getting chased off, finally finding the right one, then a guy comes spraying cancer-making weed killer on the steps and the cracked sidewalk, masked government thugs beating and disappearing people, the u.s. making genocide, how to stay sane in this insanity, forest fires in canada blanking the sky. must find a path out in time. meanwhile i live.