Peter Matthiessen's grandparents had a mansion in Kenwood by Obama's mansion and my old studio apartment. It's a thick book, a little intimidating, my brain sloughs with the details of history but it's inneresting to see where a person like him comes from and where a person winds up. It's a fake little world Obama's making down there. He calls it home but it's like a massive diorama where he doesn't live. No one will. It's kind of a polarized landscape graveyard with a funereal tower jutting up with a slotted side facing west like a drawbridge. They're building little mountains down there today. The giant crane that hoisted his specious letters to the top is folded. Ok back to True Nature, The Pilgrimage of Peter Matthiessen, I bid you good day and good luck.