feels bizarrely good this winterspring. sorry about the arctic though. my head's kind of soft and congesty. i don't know what to make of things. what makes silence more or less eloquent? it just is. we should off trump before he starts more genocide and ecocide. we have to decide. our better natures want nature, our spirits want natural anarchy. i think i'm in love. do i trust my own instincts? are these tender tendencies i tend to instincts? i feel a little bit nostalgiac, but not so tentative. i'm noticing trees, and animals in trees. we did my numbers last night, i picked the right rune, the one perfect to the solstice, an arrow pointing left, the growing of the light. yeah. if not everything is i think i am starting to go my way.