though it's groaningly banal and i really sholdn't expect anyone to waste time here i'm very slowly accepting that it's at heart a feedback loop between me and the dogs, enabling me to see us and be suffused with love and reflection, and bring that feeling round to the walk. so maybe it's a blog that someone might see and do the same with their own walk, bringing it all back home.

a giant machine rakes the manmade beach empty of life in this indeterminate season. there's always fun trash to play with however and no asshole lifeguards to harass us.

is anybody really happy.

he's my little brother, my constant friend, even my father, now the first one's dead.

make the voice in my head silent you.

where the asshole lifeguard harassed us is now cordoned off with green and red buoys.