We walked around a Frank Lloyd Wright tour talking about the special bricks and Owen peed on them. The bricks, not the tour. 

 The coyote family by the railroad tracks yelped this morning and we felt again the daily blessing of their presence in the community. Yesterday, after reading further in Coyote America, I watched a video of a coyote tangled in a fence being rescued, and a minute ago I saw a picture of a coyote killed by a driver in daylight on a wide road in Texas. It's always been dangerous for our fellow creatures to live among us, and it's also dangerous, for us. Pleas, pleas, let us find our true nature, and mind the ones who only want to live among us.

 There's too much to say, and we end up saying nothing, in silence, observing, or writing endless poems in our head that sometimes escape into the ether and who knows maybe we're all receiving, maybe all thinking along the same lines, watching and listening to starlings, cats and dogs and coyotes talk about life. 

 Two starlings talking. The plot of the regime is still to take the world by force, they're invading everywhere and killing people left and right, ahh, but people want to live, and are waking up to this unprecedented and existentially threatening evil, and the resistance is growing. It's not too late, while we yet live. 

 We watched The Little Sister and loved. There's a terrible plague of insanity in the ruling class, but when we see a beautiful film, hear beautiful music, see our lovely cat thinking, hear the coyotes in chorus down by the railroad tracks, the ruling class can go to hell, while living creatures go about their lives.

 They may make a lot of money committing ecocide and genocide but ultimately they're committing suicide. 

 But Mamdani is trapped inside the same evil system we are all trapped within. And he's not stupid. He knew from the start, you can talk the talk, claiming solidarity with the resistance, but once you've got the power you have to play the Zionist way.