Apparently Iran is defeating the gates of hell epic fury of the United States. 

 I met the ramp builders today. They're happy, it seems to me. I said it's a fine ramp you've made but I had to say about the army corps plans to remodel the area, since they have more of their own plans and I saw how much work they put into the ramp, but I guess they'll keep doing what they are inclined to do, regardless of the army corps plans.

 I miss the encampment still. The grass has grown over it, and since Charlie moved away I don't go there much, but I went the other day, and it was normal, and creepy, and the security guard wondered where Charlie went, and thought her mother died. I wouldn't have gone there much without a dog, since I have no connection to the university, I only walk a professor's dog. But the encampment called to me, and I felt related to the community. The community is hidden now, and I feel hidden too.

 Song for the morning reset, autrement dit III by Bruno Duplant.

 karma is mysterious, isn't it? we don't know where it comes from sometimes. we just have to try and process whatever comes up. and keep coming back to find our true nature. i think, i want to think, our true nature is peace. how to get to it.

 Good morning. Let's start again. Can we start again? Good morning.

Finally caught up with A Band Called Death, and it's the ultimate trip!