i'm reading the loneliness files. i read about a japanese word, hikikomori, it means to withdraw, and to be inside. it's probably different in japan than here, they have forest bathing and also a forest where people can go to die in peace and quiet with the trees. i used to be more afraid of the world, i still am, but i feel more at home. it's the time of year for hikikomori, and maybe also the time of the world.

 hi, honey boy. i miss you. well, it's autumn but it's more like winter today. it's been a while, though i'm not counting the days. i hope you are in a good place. it's a crazy ass world here, but we're bearing witness and keeping your memory alive. i miss your sweet raspy voice and your delightfully droll sense of humor. i don't miss getting up for you every two hours throughout the night, but i would be thrilled to do it again. penny has gotten older faster it seems since you left. she's slowed down some but gotten sweeter too. she doesn't say it, but i know she misses you dearly too. i hug your absence like i hugged you.

it's indubitably obvious to even the most casual of observers that we live in an oligarchy and obama the audacious renegade rules the park.

 

 the alarm is silent. my ears are still ringing.

sonamabitch.

it's the 5th anniversary of the scam by which obama nabbed 19.3 acres of historic landmark jackson park for his war chest real estate portfolio. he got the land grab for ten bucks for 99 years or life. trick or treat. the oligarch rules the park.

 

urban wild walk featuring lulu.

sonamabitch.