Pixel and rainbow. 

My grave of the day has a crystal secreted in the cranny and no name. 

 I went down to play with Pixel and get my japanese body scrubbers. The scrubbers were said to be natural fiber but they're nylon and polyester, and we try like the devil to avoid amazon but I guess amazon owns ebay too. Amazon fulfillment is like plastic, it's in everything. 

 Every shadow is a body. Every martyr is a universe.

 It looks more ominous on September 12th. It feels like death looming. 

 Baby on 9.11, Disintegration Loops 1.1, September 12, 2026. Last night I asked what were you doing when the twin towers collapsed. K. was holding a baby, feeding a bottle to a baby in a maternity ward, and the baby kept turning its head up to look at the smoke rising on the tv screen. I wonder where that baby is now. I remember the following silence that day, the unconscious time before knowing, and the dread of the war on terror to come. We wondered where we were and still we wonder where we've gone. Where we've gone is where we're going.

Music of the Day — Disintegration Loops, 

by William Basinski