bottles from the dead lagoon. the trash we threw in yesteryears is more charming than the trash we throw today. the quality was much better. today it disintegrates into toxic particles and feeds what's left of life that's tough enough to survive with the humans.

oh well, i'm reading The Diary of Love by Maud Hutchins, and it's Hot! just kidding, it's querulous, impish, sincere, and funny. she asks what is love without the object of love? love without object, or subjective love.

lady of the lagoon. i wish i knew her story. maybe now it will continue.

rubix cube of the dead lagoon.

The Problem: with abstraction, itself, taken away from man, how can he think? intuition disappears when the mind is cluttered up with symbols. maud hutchins, The Diary of  Love.