i had some nighty-night tea. some birds start up at 3am. i remember a house painter i used to work with who shot a bird outside his bedroom window who woke him before his alarm clock who thought it was cute or funny who also said it doesn't matter if it's a good job it just has to look like it and also he said the beatles were just a studio band. he was an idiot and if he's alive probably still is.
lulu and i saw rebecca on our walk and we talked about the fascists and the zionists and how broken down the playbook is and how some folks will still live in a bubble of normal while the whole world has changed radically and the bubble is like a wall, transparent and hard and they can see outside but they can't touch or feel the reality.
we were trying to pick a grave site. we couldn't decide. then we decided to make a group site and put a topiary-like memorial bush on it. little planes were trying to land on it and somebody was spraying them off with a hose. the music was the tennis channel music in lieu of commercials that said we'll be right back...
I basically watched tennis in Rome all day with Olive. I called and she came running and jumped on my lap.
