this place is soul-crushing. america is soul-crushing, but some places you got some places to hide. there is no nature here, nowhere to hide. i was reading in lyotard about no-man's land. remembering in berlin the narrow strip down by the river where the gypsy's lived that used to be a place of death or grave danger. then they put dummies in the guard towers with toy guns and the gypsies danced. no-man's land in this place is the pebbled beach where i go after chasing evil vehicles to catch my breath and gentle down with my dog and the waves muting traffic. no man's land is the place they haven't fucked up yet, or they fucked it and it's reverting to it's true nature, slowly, slowly. no-man's land doesn't feel dangerous like the streets with evil autopilots raging. anyway i'll close by saying god bless dogs children and anarchists.